Last night we dined in a seaside town,
as southern Europeans do so well.
You eat shrimps here and mussels there,
octopus, a few yards further on,
and stand round makeshift tables out in streets
where children shout and play till late,
while adults chat, ignoring noise and time,
forget life's harsher side - enjoy tonight -
find peace in company, good food and wine.
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