p, and so to the castle rising from their highest peaks. Small fishing boats rowed by silhouetted figures made their way across and beyond the breakwall. One by one lights illuminated homes and streets surrounding San Terenzo. Diners were treated to the growing presence of night. Tiny specks in the sky turned to stars as the moon set. Scampi and penne delivered to crisp linen dressed tables. When sipped, Bordeaux, in large glass goblets, reflected the night lights. Chinking glass sounds separated the diners from the outside world. Patrons mesmerised by the unique location that was surrounding and cloaking them against passersby. Camera left at the apartment. No problem. My memory of this evening will be long lasting. A permanent celebration of San Terenzo, at day's end.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Cafe Torino
By day Cafe Torino has a superb outlook but by night it is spectacular. The end table on the deck overlooks the sandy beach. Rocks rim its boundaries suggesting that diners are a part of the vista. The crescent moon was slowly, setting over the dimming, waters of the Mediterranean. Headland cliffs, a perfect backdro
p, and so to the castle rising from their highest peaks. Small fishing boats rowed by silhouetted figures made their way across and beyond the breakwall. One by one lights illuminated homes and streets surrounding San Terenzo. Diners were treated to the growing presence of night. Tiny specks in the sky turned to stars as the moon set. Scampi and penne delivered to crisp linen dressed tables. When sipped, Bordeaux, in large glass goblets, reflected the night lights. Chinking glass sounds separated the diners from the outside world. Patrons mesmerised by the unique location that was surrounding and cloaking them against passersby. Camera left at the apartment. No problem. My memory of this evening will be long lasting. A permanent celebration of San Terenzo, at day's end.
p, and so to the castle rising from their highest peaks. Small fishing boats rowed by silhouetted figures made their way across and beyond the breakwall. One by one lights illuminated homes and streets surrounding San Terenzo. Diners were treated to the growing presence of night. Tiny specks in the sky turned to stars as the moon set. Scampi and penne delivered to crisp linen dressed tables. When sipped, Bordeaux, in large glass goblets, reflected the night lights. Chinking glass sounds separated the diners from the outside world. Patrons mesmerised by the unique location that was surrounding and cloaking them against passersby. Camera left at the apartment. No problem. My memory of this evening will be long lasting. A permanent celebration of San Terenzo, at day's end.
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Wow... my memories are activitated again.... what wonderful settings.....amazing!
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