189. Turkish 

I went for a Turkish coffee the other day with my friends. It was a thoroughly pleasant experience. I particularly enjoyed sipping the thick black caffeinated liquid from the tiny, delicate, porcelain mug, whilst tasting the soft sweet bite of the Turkish delight. It was in all, a treat to be repeated. This haiku summarised the afternoon. 

Simple pleasures rule,

Turkish heat in Canada 

Weekend afternoon. 

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