Coffee in Rockdale

I didn't have much room for many summer clothes in my luggage after packing my prints, my painting kit, my lightweight easel and some winter clothes for Hamburg where I am headed in April, so I have been buying T-shirts at the sales in nearby Rockdale.

I am growing to like Rockdale. In the walking street there are a row of coffee shops. None of them is trendy but all of them serve good coffee. I sit and paint the patrons. In the mornings they are mostly elderly men and I feel for all the world as if I am in Serbia, or Armenia or Italy - somewhere where the older folk sit around the town square and solve the world's problems.