One of the nice things about returning to The Elysian Fields is that I can loiter at the Font of Dionysus, and renew old acquaintances.
I did just such last night, pausing for a crisp glass of white wine and chatting briefly with The Chicago Moll, a friend of the The Cajun.
Anyway, The Moll is effortlessly friendly, much like everyone at the Font. That's part of the reason I love the joint so. Nice folk. Good wine. An oasis in the 100° heat.
What more could one ask for?
One of the things that have been foremost on my mind lately is that I think I've lost a lot of the joie de vivre associated with my youth. The past few years have left me feeling a little like I've been beaten roundly about the head and heart by a meat tenderizer, so occasionally I need a little outside stimulation to remind me what's important, and what I should be focusing on.
To wit, my latest photographic obsession: Kids playing in fountains... and other things of beauty.
I did just such last night, pausing for a crisp glass of white wine and chatting briefly with The Chicago Moll, a friend of the The Cajun.
Anyway, The Moll is effortlessly friendly, much like everyone at the Font. That's part of the reason I love the joint so. Nice folk. Good wine. An oasis in the 100° heat.
What more could one ask for?
One of the things that have been foremost on my mind lately is that I think I've lost a lot of the joie de vivre associated with my youth. The past few years have left me feeling a little like I've been beaten roundly about the head and heart by a meat tenderizer, so occasionally I need a little outside stimulation to remind me what's important, and what I should be focusing on.
To wit, my latest photographic obsession: Kids playing in fountains... and other things of beauty.
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