What a touching and bittersweet story. When Mr. Esposito passed, everything that was a part of him including the aromas and his special touch with the shop and customers passed with him. His son can never be like him, hence the changes. That is life!
I guess this shows that we are each unique, beautifying this world with our special touch and fragrances.
Beautifully written! I enjoyed your use of poetic imagery to convey your nostalgia, especially in this paragraph:
They also sold coffees that made your heart go soft with pleasure. Your palate danced in a sea of good flavors that left you surfing for hours, and after it was all over and you were satisfied, a smile would settle on your face for the rest of the day.
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Thank you very much for your appreciation, I felt a lot of nostalgia when I wrote this text; I think that made my poetic feelings surface. I realized some time later that there will always be places that remind me of dear Mr. Esposito, especially those that transmit that rich essence.