Crema; beautiful coffee shop I frequent.
I first started going to Crema via bicycle on Mondays back in the spring of 2010. Harry, David and I would often meet there before heading to our internship. Since then, I have made many visits and made sure to get my coffee from Crema. Between running into familiar faces and the owner remembering my name after two years of not living in town, this is the one coffee house that feels like a home. This is my small Ode to Crema, or confession of my addiction.