Kopiko

There’s a kind of peace that only comes with soft light, quiet music, and a cup of something warm. I felt it here, in this little café tucked behind a row of bookstores. I ordered a hazelnut mocha and sat near the back, where the light came in through ivy-covered windows. It wasn’t just the drink—it was the stillness. The space didn’t rush me. It invited me. To breathe. To reflect. To just exist. Some places fuel you with caffeine. This one refills your soul.