Cool, dark bars. Faces dimly lit by the glow of neon lights emanating from beer fridges. Jukeboxes playing folk songs. Stepping out into the midday sun; momentary blindness as the white subsides. An impromptu visit to the boutique bar next door.
Cocktails in the sun. Etched marble. An oil-burning lantern - still on in the middle of the day. Spotty shade as the leaves above sway in the wind. The sun peeks through as strangers walk by. Feels like a lazy afternoon for everyone.
Snacks are in order—something sweet. Gelato, from what once was a dry cleaner. Just around the corner, beside the Japanese noodle shop. Spoonfuls of sweet cream offered in succession. Aroma, flavor. Pepper, honey, spice, oil, fruit. “Fluff” and “plaid”. Eating ice cream on a sidewalk. A shiba spotting.
Another drink, shall we? Just a single drink this time, to be polite. Sunlight from the skylight. Sticky elbows from the bar.
Bellies full. Eyes tired. It’s time to drag our feet home. Twas a sunny, indulgent afternoon well spent.