Maya’s Restaurant, on a very rainy evening — and virtually no wind. A good combination, allowing us to sit at water’s edge, without plastic shades blocking the magical view of twinkling lights of boats in the bay.
. . . with quintessential hostess, Dora
. . . inestimable Maya
. . . and close friends, in a reunion
Forum friends, Diana & Didier, were at the next table.
Now home, listening to that comforting sound of raindrops falling overhead:
”
. . . with quintessential hostess, Dora
. . . inestimable Maya
. . . and close friends, in a reunion
Forum friends, Diana & Didier, were at the next table.
Now home, listening to that comforting sound of raindrops falling overhead:
”
It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me, 'cause,
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me”
How many people here remember this great song from “Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid?”
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me, 'cause,
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me”
How many people here remember this great song from “Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid?”