Today I'm bringing you the final of my coffee stops from Penzance, after my recent literary festival tour of the South West of England.
The Terrace Café in Penzance was a haven for me for two reasons. The first being that the sun was so hot, I was roasting! I badly needed to find somewhere I could write, and drink coffee, without becoming light headed from the extreme heat and humidity. The second, was that it stands at the foot of a set of stairs that leads to where, 20 years ago, my grandparents used to live.
The first requirement- shade- was easily found. A gorgeous basement, full of eclectic furniture and random book shelves, was a cool haven from the summer sun.
The second factor for me- the need to be near to where my grandparents had once lived- The Terrace is situated at the foot of the steps that lead from Market Jew Street to Bread Street in Penzance- and so to my grandparents old home. I wasn't prepared however, for how being so closed to my past made me feel.