Kavos ir Arbatos Namai

Finally, I have fully arrived in Klaipeda.

I can never quite feel settled in a new place or city until I have found my own coffee shop where I can just move in and occupy a table for hours. Such a place must have good natural light, preferably a big window that I can justify letting myself gaze out of when I'm tired of grading or reading or planning. It should be conducive to poetry, and melancholy, and wistfulness. It should have warm colored wood and good aromas, and the little ordinary sounds of coffee shop life - a clinking of spoons, a whirring of steam, a clatter of porcelain dishes.

Like Hemingway and his Deux Magots in Paris, every writer needs a cafe to call home. And so, here's a glimpse at my new favorite spot, right off a central walking street in Klaipeda, just a ways down from the sculpture park and across from the big grocery store. It's just called Kavos ir Arbatos Namai - Coffee and Tea House.