Pacific Park

The smell of candied fruit, of caramel and crepes comes over Ocean Avenue attracting us towards the pier carousels.

You smile like the child you were fifteen years ago and you look me like that afternoon at Luna Park. Return to childhood, regression to innocence in this sunny July at Santa Monica where we feel like children another day and have fun without thinking of tomorrow. We drink a fruit sorbet and we keep our eyes on the other happiness.