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It’s as good a time as any for a holiday trip, as the Europeans would call it, down to the Mediterranean coast.

I was thinking of calling this article “Harper’s Morning Macchiato,” ripping off Morgan’s piece from a week or two back. But it doesn’t alliterate as well (sigh).

Never start a morning without caffeine of some kind. (That is, if you can handle the buzz.) Fortunately, this mobile coffee shop was handy.

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She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

“Tupelo Honey,” written and performed by Van Morrison

Life isn’t all ball gowns and glittering elegance. Sometimes, for some people, their finest, sweetest moments can be on a bright, sunny day, sitting in blue jeans and a soft top instead of waltzing off into the starry sky with your prince. It looks like Maren has found one of those moments here, sitting by a fountain in Second Life’s version of Jackson Square.

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The details:

• Head: LAQ Ana 3.05 Bento
• Body and feet: Maitreya Bento 4.1
• Hands: Vista Prohands 2
• Hair: Clawtooth Miss Vanjie
• Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Electric)
• Outfit: Kaithleen’s Muslin Shirt (Brown Leaves) and Flare Jeans (available at 5/25 – 6/22 round of Uber)
• Shoes: KC Couture Laida
• Jewelry: Basanti TaMbA suite (ruby glass and gold)
• Makeup: alaskametro Spring Beauty Book (Omega; available at Uber)

Teleport to NOLA at Fairhaven

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With a sigh of relief, Lisavet Darchiev turned away from the gateside ticket counter and stepped away toward a nearby coffee shop on the airport concourse. She had already pocketed her ticket and other travel documents in her jacket, had moved everything metallic in her pockets into her carry-on bag, and had passed through the minor hell of the TSA checkpoint with a minimal loss of dignity. Now, with maybe two hours until her flight for Los Angeles boarded, she could get a cup of tea and put herself back together.

And, barring disasters, hijackings and breakdowns, I should make it home in time for the Oscar ceremony. Thanks be to Saints Cyril and Methodius, Saint Basil, and maybe I’ll throw in Francis de Sales, the patron of authors, for good measure. Maks might forgive me for missing the night, but Piper never would … she looks forward to our annual karaoke date every year. The thought made her giggle as she pushed through the doors to the cafe, causing a few heads to turn and glance at her in curiosity.