"First, you will have to pass the large wrought iron gate, drive a few meters, to feel queen of the world. A moment of unevenness in the vineyards, at sunset, allows you to enjoy delicious dishes. They defy your taste buds, constantly. Idyllic frame, parenthesis out of time, broken by the Iron virgin. She goes on the terrace, smiling to whom he deserves it. Neglecting, the poor souls we were tonight. Everything could have been perfect, if this lady had been able to get a smile, and make it comfortable. It will never be. A “final salvation” worthy of his performance that night. But not enough to spoil this moment of grace, where my taste buds have known orgasm."
