All posts tagged: paris

Humans of coffee: Panos Chasapis

Who is  Panos  Chasapis? He is a storyteller. He likes to tell stories (mainly fantastic). He was born in Greece, lived in Switzerland for several years and today he writes you from Amsterdam where he lives. He teaches his students to be in good contact with their feelings and to express themselves through painting, singing, playing, talking clearly and without shame. Sometimes he fantasizes being «super Rufus» who eliminates fascism and drugs from the world by replacing fascists & drug dealers with manilas and coffee trees. Oh, what a beautiful world! What is your favorite childhood memory? For no bizarre reason, all my beautiful childhood memories are connected mainly with fragrances and plants. I remember every detail of the following scene. I am hardly 9 years old. It is summer, midday, just outside Nafplio (the most beautiful city in Greece!). The sea is dark blue and very rough… the wind blows hard and there is a scent of salt and reeds. My godfather has already made his famous American coffee and we have it along with …

This is my favourite coffee shop in Paris

I’ve been to Paris a few times now. Enough to not need to climb the Eiffel Tower. Enough to not need to see the Mona Lisa. Enough to not need to eat a Nutella crepe. Enough to have favourite coffee shop. When I first popped into Fragments I had to wait for a seat to open up. I grabbed a take away coffee and waited outside. The notes of caramel and nuts in my flat white were as delicious as the notes of music coming from the big box speakers on the floor. I finished that cup at a table next to the bar. And before I ordered another, I had fallen in love. As one does in Paris. It’s not that the coffee was excellent. Which it was. It’s not that the service was thoughtful. Which it was. I fell in love with Fragments for the very same reason I fell in love with my wife. She’s a young lady with an old soul. Trying to capture everything that Fragments is with a photograph …

Paris

I remember the first time I visited Paris. It was everything I hoped it would be. Charming. Romantic. Just like the movies. On the day I arrived I did what I normally do on the day I arrive anywhere. I boarded a red bus tour. It’s a quick and easy way to get the lay of the land to map out what you really want to do for the rest of your stay. I ticked all the boxes on that trip. Went up the Eiffel. Ate a crêpe. Got shouted at by a local. Ate a crêpe. Got lost on the subway. Ate a crêpe. Shopped on the Champs Elysées (for a t-shirt that said “Paris”). Ate McDonalds (maybe it tastes different in Paris?). Saw the Mona Lisa. Ate a crêpe. I left the city 5 days later with a tremendous sense of accomplishment. Thinking that I had seen all of Paris. Loving her even more. And accepting that I would never again be able to stand the sight of crêpes. I’ve been lucky enough to return to …