Back in November 2015, Dottoressa wrote a guest post here about coffee in Croatia, and if you haven't already read it, she's much more knowledgeable than I am on the topic. As well, in quickly pulling this post together, wanting to check my terms, I found a series of posts tagged "spica" from an online English-language newsletter, Croatia Week -- they'll give you a good sense of the importance of style and fashion to this Saturday morning tradition. All I could add to these two sources is my enthusiastic agreement -- In the hour we spent people-watching, chatting, and drinking our coffees (Paul had a cappuccino -- he's very impressed with the quality of the foamed milk, especially, here, and the espresso base is excellent; Dottoressa and I had kava sa slagom -- espresso topped with whipped cream), I saw as many beautifully dressed women (of a wide variety of ages) as I've ever seen in any hour spent people-watching in Paris. (To learn more about Fashion in Zagreb, read Dottoressa's 2016 guest post on Lisa's blog, "A Personal History of Fashion in Zagreb.)
I know you'd love to hear more about my time with our Croatian friend, but a certain tiny Italian speaker (she's been working on helping Granddad pronounce Per favore correctly -- girl can really roll her rrrr's!) will be waking up soon, and when she does, I'd better have my bathing suit on. . . Chat soon, okay?