Hello there!
I read something about the history of coffee houses (yeah, well, because I had nothing else on my hands), and that's what came out of it.
And since you should always try something new (in fact, because I'm not able to make it short), I'm doing drabbles with 150 words / drabble.
Here we go… I hope you enjoy (, some way). :)
Turkish coffee
Venice
She was the Queen of the Seas, the home of all guilty pleasures, all blaze of colours, wealth and the rush made of sun, life, temper, money, too many people and too much power on one spot and the wind blowing from the orient.
Feliciano watched the people come and go in the elegant, lavishly furnished café. In the morning, there would be the tradesmen and the commercial travelers, noon would be the hour of the workers, and in the evening, you saw the artists and the bon vivants, accompanied by their courtisans.
This city was flooded by the bitter, liquid gold of Turkey. A dark-haired street vendour brushed Feliciano's arm, and his eyes glowed in the sun. "Moca", he said.
Northern Italy nodded and gave him the claimed sum of money, bidding him a cheerful goodbye. He sank into the distinctive, seductive scent.
His city. His drug, his coffee.