When I am at home in Wales I rarely have coffee at the supermarket.
Mostly because the coffee is pants but to be honest I am usually in a rush to get back home.
In France the pace of life seems to be slower, or maybe people take their time out.
It caught on and one day when we were picking up some provisions for the tribe we decided to stop and have a drink.
Hubby decided it was too warm for coffee but I did have one (of course!)
We sat on a little terrace right outside the supermarket and just enjoyed watching the world go by for a while.
Just make sure you do it somewhere where the coffee is good as I did.