Bridge Street Cafe

So here we are at Bridge Street Cafe. We're hard at work with each our own laptop and Carolle contacting Rohan through the banana line. Everything is calm today. We all went our separate ways this morning and were free to explore the town with no scheduled activities until 8pm. I enjoyed a walk through the water fowl park which was stunning, Carolle went to the gym, Saragan worked on Nutcracker, Melanie did some internet shopping and Tania pondered her new roles in Susie's and Roger's pieces. We've hooked up here at the hottest coffee shop I've ever been in. It feels like we're in Cuba and our pregnant member in a turtleneck sweater feels like she's going to expire of heat exhaustion very soon. She's hanging in there. What a trouper!

Anyway, across the street is the cutest theatre I've ever seen and I wish there was an afternoon show but no such luck. Next door is also the most authentic diner of diners called Mel's Tea Room which we decided to pass on because they served Jo Louis, Packaged Brioche and Canned Heinz Soup under bright floursescent lights that turned us an unusual shade of green. I would like to go though because it looks perfect with the mint green and dirty beige plastic furniture and old vinyl floor tiles.

I may hit Sally Anne later and walk back through the park. Sackville's a nice town. It would have been a fun place to go to University. OOOOH no! Actually we just found out this second that they don't compost here. On second thought I wouldn't be able to live here. So sad.

Until next time. Sa