Slow start at Mistral Coffee

Begin where the morning still feels sacred. At Mistral, the scent of freshly ground beans wraps around you the moment you step inside — earthy, dark, grounding. The space is warm with honey-toned wood and gentle jazz, a place where the day doesn’t demand much of you yet.

Sit by the window, where sunlight slants across the tiled floor. Outside, Palma stirs — mopeds hum, shutters rise — but in here, time holds its breath. A few locals nod to each other over the morning paper. You feel anonymous, but not alone.