Good Taste

 

That day, we had found a cozy spot that felt just right. While we were talking, my sister suddenly looked toward the counter and said, “Wow, they’re real!”

I asked, “What is?”

She pointed to the flowers next to the cash register. The owner of the bar a kind, middle-aged woman had placed fresh, real flowers on the counter. You could feel her presence in every detail of the place. It wasn’t just a coffee shop, it had soul!

Both my sister and I were genuinely excited. The flowers felt like a small but meaningful sign of care. A way of saying, “I see you. Thank you for being here.”

In today’s fast-paced world, we need more people with good taste, people who put heart into what they do. Just like the lady in that little café in Bergamo.