GA T H E R E D F I N D S
The contemporary definition of luxury is way off. Expense has nothing on sensuality. On curiosity. On a balcony above the cobblestones. On cool tile floors under bare feet. On flowers in an unpolished silver bowl. On Gitanes mingling with egg cups. On coffee carafes and jars of marmalade. On froggy-voiced conversation after a late night at the cantina. On binoculars and Kodak 35mm film. On a record player that knows Paolo Conte. On laughter and flirtation. On discussion of books. On mischief. And the scent of rosemary on your palms after a long walk in the hedgerow.
The contemporary definition of luxury is way off. Expense has nothing on sensuality. On curiosity. On a balcony above the cobblestones. On cool tile floors under bare feet. On flowers in an unpolished silver bowl. On Gitanes mingling with egg cups. On coffee carafes and jars of marmalade. On froggy-voiced conversation after a late night at the cantina. On binoculars and Kodak 35mm film. On a record player that knows Paolo Conte. On laughter and flirtation. On discussion of books. On mischief. And the scent of rosemary on your palms after a long walk in the hedgerow.
