Cecile had dropped her off at their favourite cafe, since her husband had died she was adjusting …
... but a visit, perhaps her last, to this their secret hideout … where the world was put to rights …
|Edouard Manet at the cafe (1925)|
Her Pierre … so dapper, so kind … always well-dressed – a white scarf around his neck, his fancy hat – ready to be doffed to the ladies … they were of a previous era …
Cafe Terrace was where they so often ate – now if Madame remembered her – she would have their usual meal … a bowl of lobster bisque, some French bread, ...
|Spring vegetable stew|
... fresh Spring vegetable stew, followed by a crème caramel with their speciality: shortbread flavoured with geranium … all so French, and d’accord’ home made.
Madame’s beautiful café had been in the same family for years … they had always delighted in it –the trailing plants, masses of geraniums from which the perfume from a crushed leaf would linger …
|Ernst Ludwig Kirchner -|
Davos cafe (1928)
… the memories flooded back – their times together – their love of art … their visits to Davos – which she could no longer make.
|Summer in Davos, by Kirchner 1925|
For now her memory recorded odd snippets over their lifetimes … she would bask in the sunshine, eat slowly as the glimpses of time passed her by …
|She'd always loved the|
colours the sun scattered as
its rays came through the glass
… followed by a short walk around the square, into the church for some solitude … perhaps the organ was being played, a look at the magnificent stained glass windows letting in the rainbow lights …
|Women on the terrace in the evening|
… then Cecile would appear – ready to collect and drive her home. A perfect day out … in her own space, with so many memories … she had fulfilled one last wish to visit the Café on the Terrace.
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