I chose, probably judiciously to not take long trip to remote tropics,
running the risk to find them sad
like Lévi-Strauss did (not the one who wore jeans, it's simply a coincidence of names).
Just to avoid a dangerous temptation, I invent my temporary domestic tropics,
for the time of a cup of coffee.

It’s deliciously kitsch but cosy and the coffee tastes good.