Two cappuccinos on a tray

Helena treated me to a coffee this afternoon when we met in town. She had been shopping between different jobs so it was good to grab a few minutes together.

I asked for a basic cappuccino, which was my coffee of choice many years ago. Now I make my own strong percolated coffee, I rarely get to see the art of coffee which has evolved in recent years.

Helena also decided to have a coffee, which is rare for her, and she chose a coconut milk cappuccino. I went and found a table in the window of the coffee shop on George Street. When she brought them to the table I looked down at the tray, the black cups and saucers and the different patterns, and immediately thought it would have to be my blip.