Constanza's last supper on the terrace. It didn't seem real. Champagne, chilled green garlic soup, prosciutto, saucisson, cornichons, potato and scallion salad...and little pot au chocolats- cream, dark chocolate and ground almonds. A perfect, dark blue evening, a ship honking in the harbour, the cat prowling above our heads, my friend's hours in New York counting down.
I will miss you.