Archive for April 2012

small town coffee talk

April 13th, 2012 — 2:26am

Melbourne has been very autumnly. Clear skies, cold dry air and colorful leaves that have fallen onto the pavement to make walking fun.


Chris and I went for our usual local walk yesterday and it lead us to one of our favorite coffee shops here. They serve filtered coffee, something we’ve became really fond of from living in Japan and so far we only know of two places who do it in Melbourne. When we were looking to buy coffee beans, a guy approached us saying that he recognized us. It turned out that he used to work at one of the cafes we would occasionally go to in Chris’s home town and he’d also recently moved to Melbourne and just started working at the coffee shop! I just couldn’t believe our luck in bumping into someone like this and it warmed my heart.


I don’t know much about coffee, I just like it when it tastes good and gentle. So far it had been a real gamble buying coffee in Australia but the coffee beans we brought back from the shop made the best coffee we ever had here! I guess I won’t have to ask my mom to send coffee from Japan any more.


Different shapes of plants at the Royal Botanic Gardens.

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Diabolo Menthe

April 2nd, 2012 — 10:03pm

Last month, Chris and I finally moved our belongings from Chris’s parent’s house to our new home. I was terrified by how many heavy boxes we had full of books. I thought the movers might refuse to move them but they ended up doing it so effortlessly. In fact, one of the guys carried our really heavy glass table top all by himself, when it had taken three of us just to lift it up. I was really impressed by how the moving guys made everything look so easy.


When unpacking I found a few old issues of French ELLE magazines that we had with us from Japan. I always liked the look of one of the cover girls and when I flicked through the magazine I found an article about her, Eléonore Klarwein. In fact, the article was about a movie, Diabolo Menthe, where Eléonore starred as a young French school girl in Paris. I found the movie, and it was just as sweet as I’d expected! Other than the girls, the 60s scenery, uniforms, and school building looked so beautiful! I would have studied a little harder if I went to a school like that.


Being a teacher must be hard...

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