The forgotten coffe magic

It's just another monday, 8:30 am, hundreads of people rush throug the crowded streets of New York, nothing seems different from any other day, and nothing is. Everybody seems in a hurry many of them are late for work, some others have just a little time to make it safely to work, nontheless they all gather at different coffe shops to buy a cup of the second item ,behind oil, that sells the most all around the world. Some one orders a latte, anothe one orders a macchiato, regular, spresso, and the clerks, with the speed of light manage not to mix the orders and one by one left the store with a disposable platic white cup in their hands.

The same normal monday, but somewhere around France, more exactly, around Paris people also go to work, they seem also in a rush, but somehow a bit more relaxed, the enter into the nearest or favorite brasserie, get a spot on the counter and ask for a spresso, or a cafe au lait; politics, work and every topic you could imagine is discussed in a relaxed and somehow a bit intellectual ambience. As the beverage finishes the customers pay and leave the brasserie.

Something we have forgot is all the ritual that accompanies coffe drinking, it's just not a beverage to get a grip on when we're feeling still tired to have that extra boost to help us endure work, it is just the perfect drink for any occasion and best served in a porcelain cup. It's a drink which magic has been long forgotten and still kept in secret in a few realms across somo countries in Europe in which coffe means the perfect break, the perfect ocassion to discuss with our co-workers or friends a piece of our lives, a piece of our passions and hopes. But somehow we've managed to turn that magic into a quick order in a drive-through of a Caramel soy milk frapuccino venti.