Starts off like an old familiar song from the past. Summer time and the living is easy indeed...The afternoon is alive and well. Insects jamming like sitars from the sixties...cool beverages being poured, waterfalls of sensory delights and indulgences that make the head swim. You get the feeling the pretty girl on the picnic blanket is going to get seduced allright, but not by the man on the bicycle (he smokes) but by all the intoxicating sights, scents, and sounds that gently embrace her like a soft summer shawl. Just the recipe to make a Late (French) Summer Romance blossom to it's fullest before Fall. I smiled from beginning to end on this listen!
Review of Late (French) Summer
ken girardey
Posted on January 07, 2007 at 08:50 PM
Starts off like an old familiar song from the past. Summer time and the living is easy indeed...The afternoon is alive and well. Insects jamming like sitars from the sixties...cool beverages being poured, waterfalls of sensory delights and indulgences that make the head swim. You get the feeling the pretty girl on the picnic blanket is going to get seduced allright, but not by the man on the bicycle (he smokes) but by all the intoxicating sights, scents, and sounds that gently embrace her like a soft summer shawl. Just the recipe to make a Late (French) Summer Romance blossom to it's fullest before Fall. I smiled from beginning to end on this listen!