In Lumpini Park for an early evening concert.
I live for evenings like this: a soft sunset, a gathering of friends, a sharing of food, music under the clear sky, the moon above, the feeling of grass on your toes.
This reminds me of my summer days in Portland, sitting under St. Johns Bridge for Cathedral Park Jazz Festival, except when it happens now and here, there are maybe six nationalities represented at the dinner table/mat and a mixing of foods and accents.
Only tangentially related to dinner last night, is German quark that much better than normal cheese, or is it all in my head?
Only tangentially related to dinner last night, is German quark that much better than normal cheese, or is it all in my head?
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