Breakfast at Tiffany's

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
--Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)

I've only seen Breakfast at Tiffany's once, I think, and don't remember much about it, but I do remember this exchange, which I love. I've been thinking about home and security and belonging quite a bit of late, and I was thinking of what my Tiffany's equivalent would be.
--The olive bar at Wegmans
--Stewardson's living room
--the creek behind my aunt's house, particularly in the summer when everything is hazy and calm
--my grandmother's dining room at Christmas
--the benches by Seneca Lake

The themes that emmerge are water, family, and friends (and Wegmans, of course). Which sounds about right. And not, apparently, Brooklyn. I think because my roots there are still a bit tenuous.

Where are your Tiffany's? What do you do when you have an attack of the mean reds?