Dick had provided some options for where to go downtown. “The main pastime, of course, is people-watching,” he had declared with the self-assurance of an old hand. “The Shelf is a great spot for that, but it’s all foreign correspondents, and you won’t find a table after two o’clock anyway. La Pagode nearby also has a nice café terrasse, but mainly for locals, so you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. Forget Givral as well. It’s the favorite haunt of spoiled brats from rich families in the city. That leaves Brodard as your best bet.” Read More
A smiling flower on a windowsill,
A happy songbird on a sunny hill,
The bright dawn breaking on golden treetops,
Green young leaves shining with crystal raindrops.
The gentle caress of a summer breeze,
The autumn moonlight dancing in the trees,
A shivering star in early sun rays,
Sleepy blue mountains in a glowing haze.
Happy holidays and joyful laughter,
Tender embraces—sweet, teasing whispers,
The wonder of love in hopeful bright eyes:
Reflections of dreams in endless blue skies…
In lonely moments on the long journey
When the heart seems faint, the body weary,
Rest along the road, let your mind wander
In quiet rejoicing of life’s simple splendor.
C. L. Hoang
Published in San Diego Woman Magazine