Apologies to anyone who is on a strict diet, but I would like to set the scene for Anna Maria Mickiewicz's essay "Chocolate"-- although, as she shows us, chocolate is more than just a luscious kind of candy.
Deep in thought, streets of camellias
Open their flowers, quickly stealing the sun’s rays
Against the gleaming
Rim of the London sky...
In a silent garden
The spring snowdrops
from Plato's dream
of a dialogue
He makes a covenant
with eternity's evanescent closure
It will keep secrets
The sun sheds its golden drops.
The sea devours them instantly.
The sky shimmers.
The day is snatched from another story.
We’re arriving, here at the end of the line.
We convince ourselves that infinite space is an illusion…
We walk through the small English town.
A tiny station, plaster falling unevenly off the wooden beams.
Before us the Channel gleams threateningly.
In the distance a cliff plunges sharply into the sea.
No chips, no ice cream, no candy floss.
Dead jellyfish glitter on the pebbles.
The day passes lazily by
A ship silhouetted in grey against its face.
On the beach a couple unfold deckchairs
They read the papers.
They seem unreal
We’re heading back.
The cafes and restaurants are closed.
Who lives here at the end of the world?
Looking through photographs of the scandalous Bloomsbury set,
An old snapshot.
A gaunt young woman and a man in deckchairs.
They are reading the papers.
What if the woman on the beach was a cousin of Virginia Woolf's?
Who was the man?
Or one of her scandalous friends?
I have to include "A Foggy Day in London Town" as one of the songs:
That leads to "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyofs0mreCc
Here is "Softly as a Morning Sunrise" by the Jerzy Milian Quintet, a group based in Poland.