Promenade

The Promenade. Another day Sunday at the seaside resort luckily there were no carousels, few kids and those who were there behaved textbook like, with their grandparents loyally eating ice cream and drinking soda pops; since they were given everything they wanted, there were few tantrums. The latest trend now (for women) is to wear long, lose fitting flowering dresses and my wife said she still had dresses like that going back forty years; she will wear one of them tomorrow. Grand yachts at the marina I counted three “Aston Martins” wondered if Prince Charles was around. Yet on the promenade I saw mostly pensioners who had been saving for a year to have this one vacation. I was the only one who murmured darkly if the rich had paid their taxes; but what do you expect of a man who wants to bring back the guillotine. Time has mellowed me the weather was summery I wore blazer and looked posh (that´s what she said) and I did my best to keep my stomach in. This is an enchanting time we tried not to think of tomorrows as we sat on a bench eating ice-cream yogurt …it has less sugar.