Glass walls sparkled against the sun
blazing there
on the corner of
a famous square
in The City
as we entered
the ornate
old building
oozing grandeur
and charm,
the orderly
elegance of
very expensive
things set
the stage for
our destination:
the rounded
respite called
The Rotunda,
a place not to
be believed
a circle of
leather backed
seats and white linens,
waiters silently
filling the chilled
water glasses sweating with dew,
we ordered something wonderful, small
and perfect for
a tea room,
but more to soothe
the savage brow,
and settled in to
reminisce about