Isn’t love grand ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

I sat lounging cosily at the table, having just finished a mezze lunch opposite the husstle and bustle of the market traders.

Chat comes easily in this temperate spring. The cafe is one of many on this street. Each Al-Fresco clientele overflows into the street, limiting the car-traffic to an indignant crawl.

Taxi-drivers verbally battle their slow progress along the cobbled space with locals and tourists alike threading dangerously all around them. The din is magical.

In a place where the eastern extreme of Europe meets the western end of Asia; Where the calls to prayer mix naturally with the insistent chatter of lightly clad tourists, the world seems more alive somehow.

From the corner of my eye I noticed our young waiter look down and smile embarrassingly.

Following his distracted eyes I see an equally shy scarf attired, girl waiting tables at the restaurant across the road but one, throw secretive doe-eyed, flashing looks at the boy.

Isn’t love just grand!


By @peacewriter51

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)