At Sea, Again
Shadow and Silver remembers the Barbary Coast and evokes Drake's vision of San Francisco bay. Pan sits on Indian Rock watching sunsets while Italians sing old time opera at Caffe Trieste. The neighborhood poets, prostitutes, seagulls and sailorboys (damn Sunday matinée crowd!) create a counterpoint of noise that only the fairest, dark-eyed nymph can appreciate. She sits in the far back corner, wisely observing the scandals and the silliness.
2 Comments:
Now, how can I NOT be there?
--Richard Friedman
By Heather Heise, at 6:57 PM
And I was there.
And it Was a fabulous evening.
You really should do it at the Caffe Trieste next time.
Encore!
--Richard Friedman
By Heather Heise, at 6:58 PM
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