Walking with these friends is always an adventure.
We left a meeting with a poetry group that meets regularly at Casa Ramos Sucre, a cultural house founded in homage to the Cumanese poet José Antonio Ramos Sucre (1890-1930). The group is called Cielo de Esmalte. This name is homonymous of a title of this writer.
Casa Ramos Sucre is very close to the Manzanares River, which the poet describes as a “river of ink” that runs through the center of the city. It is a beautiful river, although very poorly maintained by the mayor's office, but that is a story for another coffee.
This time we walked along the side of the river and stumbled upon an unnamed café. A place that was closed for a long time and that a couple decided to reopen with very few resources. One of the clerks there gave us the most smiling attention as he served our coffees. And I found him to be very friendly to all the customers.
The place has a lot of potential, although they need to improve their coffees. The floors, most probably from the sixties of the last century, are very beautiful.
As the smiling man prepared our coffee, I noticed that they had only “slices” and French bread to go with the coffee. My friend Isaura began to remember her brother, who lives outside our country, about the slices. And she showed us pictures of when a few years ago her brother sang in a band that had the spectacular name of Moloko. And since the coffee had no name, we agreed to call it that.
The coffee arrived and was very kindly served.
I didn't like the coffee, it was too light and too acidic for my taste, even with the milk added.
My friend Carlos did like it, but because he was drawing, he spilled some on the table. He noted the advantage of having vinyl tablecloths for customers like him, who tend to spill their drinks!
Isaura always smiles and loves her brother very much. His family is very beautiful, very loving.
Carlos is the youngest and draws in all circumstances.
After the spilled coffee mishap, Marco Tulio, who is an extraordinary poet, told us about his beginnings as a percussionist in the Venezuelan Orchestra System. He represented our state on several occasions and remembered with affection and nostalgia the enthusiasm of his childhood and adolescence for music, although he has currently opted for writing.
In the photo he appears with the founder, Maestro Abreu.
That day was very honorable for him as a child musician.
Then we talked about music and we noticed that the unnamed cafeteria, newly named Moloko, has a very good selection of background music. Soft rock, Pop, a good selection of Latin American bands.
This was the coffee path we walked that afternoon, a few days ago.
If you ask me what I look for when I enter a coffee shop, I would say first of all its light. For the rest, I'm willing to experiment.
Hygiene, of course, is a non-negotiable issue and would certainly make me leave anywhere immediately.
In this coffeshop I liked the light that came from the river, the smiling attention, the music, the intense blue and the plants on the tables... and the company could not be better.
The coffee... not so much. I would have preferred a less watery coffee, with more body and less acid. I would have preferred glass or white porcelain cups... but in the end I believe that good moments are a greater treasure.
Welcome always.
