Sea delights

We don’t remember dishes, but meals.

Feeling the breeze

We don’t remember having  eaten amazing seafood or whatsoever..


We will remember the meal, the place, the company.


The salty air tempered the sweetness of the young and fresh white wine.

The green of the algae made me imagined how the mussels were pampered in shallow waters.


Their little green velvety fingers caressing the rough petrol grey shells, while inside a lovely tender peachy goodness was getting ready for me.


The rich  smell of fish and sea  carried by the warm breeze increased appetites for both food and chit chats.


The sound of the waves  below completed the scenery of a perfect evening meal.


A joy for the senses, and a break for the mind.


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