After the hangover from no Hurricane Joaqin landfall, I walked east in the drizzle on Broad St in Richmond to see if any new businesses had opened.
I thought an espresso might provide the energy needed for a walk to Church Hill. I was not have beem surprised by the 4/4 beat of a coffee shop which could have housed a couple of Brunswick bowling lanes. I eas surprised by the blacklight paintings in the bathroom, which have made my day so far.