Today has definitely been intriguing. Upon exiting the Chronicle building downtown, I turned toward the Metro Rail stop and found an as-of-yet unexplored café by the name of Minuti Coffee. As downtown is not a place I’ve explored nearly enough, I (ever the overly enthusiastic one) skipped in, bought a ginger peach tea (Brand: Republic of Tea. Status: Delicious!) and chatted with the young guy behind the counter about cafes in Houston. Minuti itself is quite adorable. Though one among a series of shops in a single building, it manages to retain a personality of its own. Tomorrow, I will go back—and pictures will definitely result! In the meantime, here’s a quick shot of the outside.
Also, while continuing to walk to the Metro Rail stop, I found this place.
Market /and/ café? At the same time! Gasp! More on that as I discover its contents.
On riding the train home: Using public transportation is not something I’ve done very much of. When I was smaller, my mother and I rode the bus to my kindergarten every day, but since then my bus/train riding skills have decreased vastly. Now, being able to take the Metro Rail home is almost a rewarding experience. As with elevators and school staircases, being in a train is a situation in which one is thrust suddenly and awkwardly into close contact with often complete strangers. It’s hard not to stare, closely examine traveling companions, hypothesize as to what their stories are. Sometimes these trips turn out to be eventful (real-life examples: talking to a stranger about life philosophies and spirituality, choking—ironically—on a Life Saver), and sometimes they’re just another small segment in everyday life. But I like not taking them for granted. Unexpected, coincidental human contact makes everyone’s day more interesting.
Here’s a song I’ve been listening to a lot recently: Stars, by Warpaint.
With that, I'm out! -Sara
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