Sun loves Melbourne. In summer it is a harsh and demanding lover. But in autumn, its tender light slowly sheds gold from the trees, as it leaves the town half-naked for winter.
I
am off to Sahara, Sahara in Melbourne,
Melbourne in autumn. Narrow passage up the stairs, tastefully
decorated room, Moroccan restaurant.
Mediterranean
tagine, kofta burger and wine. We talk of life, far away places, the past and the future. The wide open window lets autumn in. Our faces,
the food and the stories mixed with Moroccan spices, covered in golden light. Autumn sun loves Melbourne
the most.
Jules, you need to write a book, major talent! Love to go back here again but looking forward to finding somewhere else new next time!
ReplyDeleteI know something major - major compliment generator :)) will find more nice places to try.
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