The Creative Cafe recommends cafes without toilets

This cafe, which I still can't name, is probably the earliest one to open on Fuzhou Road. You can drink a hot latte before eight o'clock, order a special breakfast, cheese croissant, or raisins. Occupy a window seat on the second floor and type in front of the computer all day.

Perhaps because there is no bathroom, the business of the cafe is not good, and there will not be a few guests on the second floor. Sometimes, I am the only one typing for most of the day. The walls are littered with small impressionist paintings, accompanied by distant background music, South American country songs, or blues jazz. That feeling, just like looking at the West in the 1970s with today's eyes, modernism began to be recalcitrant, but still defeated by the dust of time, as well as the cover of those who came from behind, an atmosphere of unprovoked nostalgia, so rustic that it had to be infected. At that time, there was always some rejoicing in my heart. Fortunately, there was no bathroom and the guests could not sit for a long time. I seemed to have taken the whole second floor from beginning to end.

The cafe opens early, but I always arrive before it opens, because I don't want to miss the rare serenity of the city. In the sparsely populated street, the wind is still clear, and it has not yet caught the smell of iron and lead in car exhaust. Foreign language bookstores, ancient books bookstores, all bookstores are also closed doors, the dark place in the glass wall, rows of bookshelves, is a dense circle of books. In front of the huge marble store at the gate of Shanghai Book City, there are several guests who arrived too early. In the tall building behind them, the vast and almost boundless books are still resting, but they are already holding a hot breakfast, swallowing and waiting for the magnificent opening of the book store gate two hours later.

Five minutes later, I was standing at the door of the cafe, so early that even this one was still gloomy inside the glass door. But there were cafes under the eaves, and several chairs hung upside down on dark brown wooden tables, their legs standing upside down, and it was time for them to show their faces, and as soon as the door opened, they had to turn over and keep their feet on the ground. Take off one, regardless of whether there is dust, gladly sit down. A good view, because there is no one, you can see the end of the street. It seems to be the designer's deliberate ingenuity, the red ball of the Oriental Pearl rises and falls like a mirage at the end, and this road is like Tianhe. If you drift eastward along the Tianhe River, you can drift to the Huangpu River, which is very different from here, where there is a vast expanse of wind and clouds. Of course, this is the fit between what I saw and what I thought when I was sitting in the open-air cafe, the impression or imagination given to me by the quiet morning in the bustling city.

However, on the other side, you can see the smell of fireworks on Zhejiang Road by turning around. The supermarket was brightly lit and crowded, the cake owner was quick, and the smell of sausage and eggs almost wafted up to my breath. Baskets of fresh vegetables were coming out of the stall. I don't know when the vegetable vendors got up. Where did the dewy fruits and vegetables come from? That is the life in the world, here a hundred meters away, but still silent, people with food baskets and breakfast, it seems that they will never cross the street to the side where I am sitting. On this side is the Enron and ready Fuzhou Road, it has not yet reached the noisy moment, it is quietly brewing, two hours later, it gradually began with the fragrance of books.

The cafe finally opened just after 07:30. Still a hot latte, a cheese ham and beef horn crispy, up the wooden stairs to the empty second floor. All right, the typing of this day is about to begin. Urgent worries at home can't stop me from sitting here all day. The waiter said a long time ago, the opposite KFC has a bathroom, you go, your computer, your seat, you write half of the text, I will take care of it for you. If your coffee is cold, bring it here and heat it up for you.

At that time, I was really glad that there was no bathroom, otherwise the waiter would not have time to take care of an open computer and half a cup of warm latte on the second floor for me.