Eddie Visuals

Four in the afternoon.
The Bialetti on the stove, the scent of Italian coffee spreading slowly through the room.
Two biscuits on the saucer, the warm cup held between your hands.
This is the adult version of merenda, that suspended moment when the day stops to breathe.
You don’t need a reason to pause here. You just come back to it, every single day.

Ferretti might be my favourite spot
in the Poble Nou neighbourhood.

A peaceful corner
where I used to spend Sunday mornings
over a croissant and a café con leche.

There is nothing quite
like starting a sunny Sunday
in this unhurried little place.