We don’t remember dishes, but meals.
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.