Beneath a tent of bright display,
Where “Spanish Gourmet” banners sway,
They stand behind the glassy frame,
Each stirring pans of saffron flame.
The scent of rice, the sun’s embrace,
A glint of warmth on every face,
She smiles mid-thought, her eyes alight,
He turns, half-shadow, caught in light.
The crowd drifts past in hungry streams,
The air is thick with midday dreams,
And laughter hums, both near and far,
Like tapas shared beneath a star.
In oil and spice their hours blend,
A fleeting moment without end—
Two cooks, two hearts, in heat and song,
Where simple work makes daylight long.
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ReplyDeleteIs that paella?
ReplyDeleteAn establishment that relies on somewhat outdated clichés, but they don't seem to care. As long as they sell their paellas and are dressed in bullfighting t-shirts, that's enough for them. Great photo!
ReplyDeleteIt seems they were happy you were taking a photo. Nice image of street food.
ReplyDeleteVery nice photo with a wonderful poem
ReplyDeleteI què tal són les paelles de per allà? Les has provat? ;-)
ReplyDeleteSembla que hi ha bona companyonia entre ells.
Salutacions!
...Spanish gormet?
ReplyDeleteUn lugar en el que detenerse para saborear esa paella que seguramente estará exquisita.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo
Has to be paella.
ReplyDeleteLooks like Paella to me, yum!
ReplyDeleteYou have captured them thinking of somewhere other than the food stall. Great photo.
ReplyDeleteA well versed poem to go with this photo. Thank you for linking up.
ReplyDeleteTasty food I bet! :-D
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