I'm going to pretend I went in for the books. And not the blackboard outside promising me iced coffee on a day when the temperature was pushing 90 and my hangover had reached nuclear proportions. Either way, the walls of booklined shelves were a calming and cooling shelter, and the tiny little coffee bar, squirrelled away at the back of the shop, was a refuge. Maria, who tended to my hangover with an iced latte, was a welcoming presence at the counter. We chatted New Zealand, and festivals, and then I went and browsed the shop's bumper travel section (Telluride's a beautiful town but it's also full of explorers). A happy afternoon.