Sunday, December 21, 2008

Hors d'oeuvres Buffet

I was in a fancy hotel, with high ceilings, white walls and pillars, and large open windows that created an open-air feel. The most famous orchestra in the world had been invited to play as background during a luncheon buffet.

I walked in and felt conspicuous. But the orchestra promptly left, and the luncheoners moved up into an outside balcony area. Three rows of elaborate buffet tables were left, holding half-devoured platters of exotic fruits, chocolates and pastries. I and a friend scrounged.

A green strawberry was slightly overripe and mushy, but its kiwi-like flavour came through.

[I spent more time wandering around the building, through sun-lit stairwells, but that part is fuzzy now.]