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The morning hasn't begun until that first cup of coffee.

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  1. Oooh... I like this B&W. Lots of lines and curves, not to mention people interest.

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    1. Thanks. It was still quite early so the city was not quite buzzing at that time.

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  2. I think cafes in the city must make the most money by far since a cup of coffee is about $3 these days.

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    1. I don't drink coffee so don't notice the price. But I am sure they make a big turnover in the mornings.

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  3. Oh yes, must have that morning coffee. I see the lady at the end of the queue has her hand to her head ... the start of a "haven't-had-my-coffee" headache perhaps?

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  4. I feel sorry for those who need a caffeine fix to start the day. I need a walk in the forest.

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    1. I am one of those people that wakes up awake ... unless i have worked way too late into the night. So I don't understand the need for caffeine or sitting about waiting for the world to unfold in the morning.

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  5. MMM I do not recognise this cafe. Location, please.

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    1. Let me see ... we walked down Phillip Street towards the harbour then turned left. I remember it had maps showing the way the harbour looked over time embedded in that seat looking thing in the foreground ... that will surely place it for you.

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