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The Buena Vista

The Buena Vista We met innocently, yet always at the famous, crowded, Buena Vista Cafe. Renowned for Irish coffee and it's view of the spectacular, San Francisco Bay. Over Irish coffees, we shared our days. You, the journalist and I, the teacher. After awhile the jabbering ceases. We are now out in the Sam Francisco foggy night. Kisses blessed by the moistness of the fog, It feels so tenderly, touchingly right! A magical cable car appears and whisks us away. Up, up, up, those picturesque hills. Then romantically down,down, down, Into a candlelit night of delectable night of Osso Buco and risotto. The scent of aromatic garlic and oregano, Pungently slithers through the thyme-filled, still night,Bay Area air. Panagiota Romios 4/13/2018

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Joe Dimino

Date: 4/13/2019 10:10:00 AM

Really outstanding poetry! As if San Francisco is not magic itself, the sights, scents and sounds, but you bring out the greater magic--the heart of a loving humanity. Great write!!

Panagiota Romios
Date: 4/13/2019 10:21:00 AM

Molte Grazie, Joe! I was sitting here, doubting my poetic ability. You stopped my doubting. Panagiota

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/13/2019 5:31:00 AM

Ah, a sweet write, my friend. So gentle, this love affair. Dainty and elegant.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 4/13/2019 8:00:00 AM

Caren, we were more like great friends. He was a delightful person and able to discuss topics with a dash of humor. San Franciscso was magic in the late 60's and I am not referring to weed or the Summer of Love or The Jefferson Airplane. It was a city open to all points of view.Panagiota