A dinner served under the stars,
Caressed by a cool southern breeze,
and deepened by gracious conversation.
Under that star-lit sky, the white linen glowed,
whilst stories of the past were exchanged.
Now, There are some meals taken in one breath,
many taken without gusto.
Then there are those dinners, like this one,
taken slowly, sparingly,
in between pockets of memorable conversations.
at one point, as we sipped digestif,
We listened to Piaf.
Monique and Andre, with a glint in their eyes, hummed to her tune.
Pierre and Deruelle were in each other's arms.
I smiled to myself,
happy, deeply happy.
knowing we had served our gracious hosts,
not only a good meal, but with one brief moment of joy.
