Spend
an afternoon at a local coffee shop or book store.
Not exact matches
I first met my midwife on a warm Sunday
afternoon, when my wife and I took the bus to interview her
at a
local coffee shop.
As I'm writing this, it is Sunday
afternoon and I'm hanging out
at my
local coffee shop and feeling very creative and blogger-esque.
(One
afternoon, I spent four fascinating hours
at a
coffee shop talking about the
local politics, architecture, and music with a new friend after a tour of a Parisian neighborhood and explanation of the Russian embassy.)
Not having to work
at an office also nixes the temptation to run to a nearby
local coffee shop during the late
afternoon slog.