A decidedly unique, and yet easily recognizable as a truly Kensingtonian place. Quiet chatter at the counter, long dark wooded communal table propped up at one corner with folded brochure, a couple students labouring at a test with hard looking formulas... The book shelves filled with plethora of topics: from wild mushrooms of North America to Chihuaha for Dummies, but make sure to check out the deliciously quaint Cafe Navo Book of Memories. A cozy tiny patio in the back with living wall and overgrown tussled vegetation providing gentle cover from the hot late August sun. The AC can't quite deal with the hot weather today, maybe it's the whitewashed walls, maybe it's the Argentinian looking gentleman sitting in front me, but I easily imagine myself in the Bicycle Diaries of Che Gueavara.
The coffee is good, but it's just an excuse to hide away from the city and life for a bit and pretend that time stops for someone, sometimes.