Monday, August 11, 2014

A Night in the Plaza Reial

Young Belgium couple next to our table argued the whole meal.  Boy lunging forward, fists banging on the white cloth.  Girl sitting back coolly, long pulls on her cigarette billowing in twilight smoke.
Red sangria spilt.  Waiters called over.  A fistfight ensued with ripped cuffs and shirts untucked.  The girl laughed herself horse as the boy and waiter tussled on the stones.
Across the plaza a group of street dancers leapt and twirled and balanced on their heads.  My daughters bought whizzing rockets that shot into the air from rubber bands.
We sat back.  Dug in.  Ordered desert.

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