For the last three years, I had the following morning ritual: drop the little man off, buy my newspaper, go to the Pain Quotidien for a cappuccino and some reading, then on to work.
This little ritual is what helped me survive those early years of motherhood, when your life as you knew it just stops to exist. Those 30 minutes of me-time were a life saver, day after day.
This was Brussels, were we lived in the neighbourhood with the most bars and restaurants per square meter in the entire city (okay, I might exaggerate here. But it was lively). The Pain Quot was not even 5 minutes from my doorstep. So was the Natural Café, the Pain du Chatelain, Gaudron,...if I felt like something different than the usual Pain Quot.
Back to the here & now, i.e. Munich.
I desperately need to find my "café". I miss my morning ritual more than anything. Forget "within walking distance". There's nothing close to our place, or even between our place and the little man's school. There are flats. Concrete blocks. And more of the same.
Sure, there's this one little lovely bakery. That has great cappuccino as well. And has seats.....outside (this seems to be a common thing, by the way). But sitting outside in -2C with icewater falling down is just not for me - nor for Baby Sis ( nor for my iphone battery, I've noticed).
On the positive side: we live almost next to a U Bahn station (subway). One stop further, and I'm in Haidhausen. Which is a lively neighbourhood, with plenty of bars and restaurants. Three stops further, and I'm on Odeons Platz - basically the city centre. So I already took my search a bit further. But having to travel just to take my morning coffee, I don' t know...it's just a bit too much, it just doesn't feel right. Especially when it involves dragging the pram and diaper bag along wherever you go. Guess Brussels just spoiled me a bit too much.
Conclusion: I haven't found my café yet. Or any other morning ritual. Or any other precious me-time.
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