Espresso of finality

Cake and coffee (not espresso, though) at my friend's birthday (Kalle).
Cake and coffee (not espresso, though) at my friend’s birthday (Kalle).
Here's one of the many espressos my friend Selma always offers me when I'm at her house.
Here’s one of the many espressos my friend Selma always offers me when I’m at her house.


This was a delightful espresso in Ventimiglia, Italy. Olli, Carita (Fatal!), and I hopped over to Italy while we were in Monaco, preparing for the NMC.
This was a delightful espresso in Ventimiglia, Italy. Olli, Carita (Fatal!), and I hopped over to Italy while we were in Monaco, preparing for the NMC.
Another fine end of meal by Selma - with espresso, of course. This one was particularly tasty.
Another fine end of meal by Selma – with espresso, of course. This one was particularly tasty.



A post by JY, reminded me that I like taking photos of the espressos I drink. Or at least I thought I took many photos of espressos. I think I don’t because the espresso is a nice ending to a lucious meal, or a device to force us to stop-savour-enjoy Life. Pulling out my phone to Lifeblog it sometimes doesn’t fit.

Here are some photos of memorable end-of-meal delights.

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