Sunday Morning '68
What else is there in life besides wine and food? The feel of fresh fruits and vegetables in your hands. The windows open to the summer breeze. Close friends and family nearby.
On Sundays, we usually take it easy around here. We wake when the sun beckons. I typically go for a walk, then to Heine Brothers for an espresso and the New York Times, quietly eavesdropping on men in conversation as they cover politics, the game, the neighborhood.
By the time I come back she's up. Humming "Saint Privat" and cooking Sunday sandwiches. Eggs, bacon, and bleu cheese with spring mixed greens licked with Brigitte's special vinaigrette. Sometimes we'll invite friends, and the conversation can go for hours, over coffee and champagne.