As I was saying here, a few months ago I have designed an application where I reviewed and visited the coolest pubs in Florence. Today I had the chance to be in one of my favorites again, James Joyce. You can find it on Via Lungarno Cellini 1, and it opens at 4 pm every day. This pub has everything for everyone and gives a good vibe for one to start the evening.
The thing that I like most about it is because it reminds me of home and although I would never go back and live there, Bucharest has a way of calling you back for at least a visit or two. All the narrow streets down town, filled with bars, and pubs, and old fashion restaurants, are like vintage marvels, thrown into a big bowl like in a magic trick. I had a taste of my old life today, sipping from my coke and smoking a cigarette, and I must tell you it was a pretty interesting life. Hopping on buses to be on time at the next class I had to teach, swearing like a truck driver in traffic only to smile afterwards when I would have reached my destination, lounging in bookshops drinking coffee and smoking while reading everything in sight, meeting up with friends for concerts or gossip; but the thing I loved most and I also miss most is my beloved park, where you can find the most beautiful terrace with such an obvious name: At the Library. I used to spend hours, just sitting there with my laptop and writing short stories, having coffee after coffee, smile after smile and tear after tear when I was done.
That is the only thing that I couldn’t find to replace in Florence and maybe that’s why sometimes Bucharest calls me back and whispers in my imagination that it misses my stories and my laughs. Here is my old inspiration source: At the Library (La Biblioteca).
photo credits for this photo – http://wickedsista.wordpress.com/tag/herastrau-park/
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