I shifted through my mind,
wondering who to bring along to my good bye to this place.
Names and faces flashed past, as would their excuses,
too busy, too tired, still working, too reserved, too... well too many too-s!
And then the ball landed on an unlikely candidate...
The offer was accepted and yay we went.
And as i stepped in, the sight, sounds and smells welcome me like an old friend.
The kind, moody and haggish matron of the place greets me like she would remember me.
I return the favour.
no menu? asks my companion, I just smiled as I remember when i too asked that very same question.
The dishes arrive and I behold the look of wonderment in the eyes of my guest.
The colours! The textures!
And as she comps down on the morsels that I once dreamed about so far away.
I smiled again.
The moroccan soup bar claims another convert.
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On second thought, I may not bid adieu just yet, there is one more that needs to know.
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