I’m embraced by the comforting arms of my sofa, a man is playing a beautiful tune on the piano; just for me. I look out over the garden and am reminded, again, of the old French proverb: it is impossible to overdo luxury.
I read tonight at dinner … the words of De Montaigne as spicy and rich as my fine Merlot. I tasted Africa in the coriander scent and delighted at the bejeweled local fruits; my senses caressed by the opulence of my surroundings. “The art of dining well is no slight art; the pleasure not a slight pleasure”. With love, Marion