already back home, the holidays remembrances do not yet fade. in krk on krk (i love such puns) the lanes were busy from 09:00 in the morning to midnight, but merely steps away from the 2 main alleys i found this coffee still – of course a key stimulus for a heavy coffee drinker like me.
generally speaking, coffee was a key excellence there, a potable remembrence of the heavy influence of romans, later venetians up to post war italians: krk finally became yugoslavian 3 years after the end of ww2. and the taste of the coffee served in the bars is still very similar to italian tradition. but note, the style of preparation here is already more greek or turk, not italian any more
great detail – this is so simple but so poetic and so cool..
Must be very beautiful could drink coffee in this ladder. The pleasant atmosphere. Regards from Yogyakarta Indonesia.