After a ten minute walk early morning wheeling my over stuffed suitcase (I never learn) over the beautiful cobble stones of a near deserted Rovinj, I arrived at the bus stop. Most travellers will concur when I point out that a good cup of coffee and a bus station just don't go together.
But coffee was what I needed before the three hour bus trip to Trieste. I played the 'spot the local game', it works every time, and watched where they were headed for their morning fix.
Delighted to see that it was just over the road from the bus stop, I scored a perfect Espresso. Now I'm asking for help to name this cafe.This shot, although a little grainy, should trigger some one's memory?
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