by Amy Burns
Québec murmurs around us as we sit at the café table, laughing as honeymooners do. A breeze picks up, sifting petals through air currents in dancing spirals of pink rain. The water in our glasses soon acquires a thin floral layer. The wind increases.
Our eyes meet over our menus; we say together: "Check please."
Monday, November 12, 2007
Outdoor Dining
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