The sun shone hotly and The City Beneath the Mountain had her Summer frock on for the first time, proper. As we came around the mountain, the bay shimmered, a dark blue, white foam-rimmed lake. It was completely still, the heat bouncing off the mountain beneath an azure sky. The city was looking the kind of pretty that makes you breathless.
It was the perfect day for the birthday lunch of one of my oldest friends. Despite the dappled shade, it was hot-hot-hot, necessitating huge glasses of rock shandy tinkling with ice, between celebratory bubbles. The cast was lively, conversation too. We ate fresh summery salads and pasta smothered in artichokes and pesto, with sugar-snap peas snapping sugarly amongst the linguine, followed by ice cream and chocolate sauce.
Yum. I love summer.