Claire's post at Harbourmaster, " Bikini Girls with Machine Guns," got me thinking about what I wish I was doing today.
Sorry folks, no sexy shots of me, but here's what I wish:
I wish it was suddenly summer, and I was sipping bubbly while seated at a marble-topped iron table out front of a south-facing street cafe with a good friend, having a conversation about Norwegian, French and Russian existentialism while watching beautiful men go by. A simple enough feast for all five senses, wouldn't you say?
