Right off 2nd Street, the 1842 Daily Grind & Mercantile, named for the year the city was settled, grabbed my attention for its bright exterior alone. I didn't want to stop taking photos of the whimsical blend of purple, green, and orange topped with hand-lettered signs and blooming flowers.
I thought the cafe was just as quaint inside, with bric-a-brac and eclectic seating. A record player was spinning tunes and local goods for sale were scattered about.
As I ordered coffee, my barista told me the weather during my visit was perfect for windsurfing, as it's a popular local activity.
Sitting outside with my drink and egg sandwich, I watched people walk by. They seemed to be mostly locals, a few tourists, and no one rushing anywhere. The town felt peaceful, relaxed, like a lazy Sunday morning.