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This balcony scene gives me yuppie Mumbai vibes. But I don’t know: maybe I actually see some city in one of the Gulf States. I mean, duh, I don’t actually see that but that may nonetheless be what I see. I will admit, the guitar throws me a little bit off; but then again a sitar or veena would not click more. I enjoy how I can’t see the people but I don’t see their absence: the fire would not be on with no-one present. Ah, a handsome yuppie plays his guitar and charms a beautiful woman. Music—wine—wine.
ReplyDeleteThis could almost be my penthouse garden in Nakhonsawan, where I taught English for a year. Instead of renting an apartment, I lived in a suite at the top of the Lelawadee Hotel. At night, I lounged in a couch by the parapet and drank wine or beer and ordered snacks from the restaurant. My tastes often oscillated between a few favorites. When I drank cold beer, like Kingfisher, I would order hot and spicy beef salad, or Nam Tok. When I drank a rich white wine, like an albarino, or sometimes a Bandol rosé, I ordered squid, or Yam-Pra-Muek.
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