Francesca

She’s neither pretty nor ugly. But she’s so damn alive. She loves butterflies. She’s humorous, with an unfiltered and direct understanding of the moment. Such vivid phantasy. She calls me Jackie – God knows why…”Do you mind?…” she asked. “You can also call me by different names”. When she heard that I called her Calypso she was thrilled.

She makes magic coffee. Probably the best in town…

It´s her presence making cafe Rossy a real harbour.

 

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