Excellent post!I really like how we all take different paths for the same picture!viscous time
where can I get a reservation? xo
Not too sure about the Escargot - might need persuading! But love the infidelities at red frocked tables...
OOOOOOOHHHH .. yummy delicious.
"Tongues licking lipsIn excited anticipation".This took me back to the sixties movie, Tom Jones and the pear eating scene! And 'Red frocked tables". Also so sixties nightclub. Sensuous!
I can taste it now...yummo!!
meal time is fun time.smiles.cool tale.
Will you ask me to dine? LOL
Trellissimo . . if she won't, I will. Never could resist a food-trap as luxuriant as yours. Not sure about the red beret. Clever Magpie, BTW.
That's the sort of cafe and occasion I could force myself to visit.You are also a very good poet, not many of them around in blogland.
Thank you for your very kind comments folks.Lucy: I will fight you for Trellissimo!Stafford: Ah, the sixties! In those good old days - girls who wore red were susposedly offering their availability! Luckily - I didn't suit red - so didn't feel deprived of wearing a favourite colour.Jinksy: I have never - and couldn't put an escargot in my mouth - but they just seemed right for the poem! Nevertheless - the garlicy aroma arising from same is intoxicating!Friko: The dream of an illicit affair! Tis a dream - but couldn't do that either! My conscience would become very heavy!Thanks again folks.Anna :o]
Ladies, ladies! Don't fight! Trellissimo is sure he could dine with both of you at once! Haha!
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