Sometimes impressions from the past stay in the mind permanently, as do these in this article by Stephanie Young that mentions the unique room at Canessa Park, now five years later on its 43rd year as a gathering space for poets, artists, organizers and entrepreneurs.
Canessa Park was perfect because of the light. And the turquoise doors. And the brick. And the people in the wooden chairs ... and how washing my hands there feels communal and safe.
Do follow either link, as there is also a poem conveying the sense of place by Del Ray Cross, "I love you against the red bricks."