Anaïs - June, 1932

"A summer evening. Fred, Henry and I are eating in a small restaurant open on the street. We are part of the street. It is not Henry, Fred, and I eating, but the street full of people eating, talking, drinking. It is the whole world eating, drinking, and talking. We are eating also the noises of the street: the voices, the automobiles, the cries of vendors, children's cries, the cooing of doves, the flutter of pigeons' wings, the barking of dogs. We are all fused. The wine which runs down my throat runs down all other throats. The warmth of the day is like a man's hand on my breast; the warmth of the day and the smells of the street caress everybody; the restaurant is wide open and the street penetrates into the restaurant. The wine bathes them all like an aphrodisiac ocean..." Anaïs Nin