Cafe on The Run at Central Market Ft Worth

Weekends are often the time that Emery and I leave the old homestead for a more up town sort of experience. One place we love to go is Central Market in Ft Worth. Its a wonderful market with fantastic gourmet foods, the best meats and produce to be found. The market also has the best gelato around. On the weekends they have live music at their Cafe On The Run. You purchase your food in the store and sit outside at the cafe and listen to the music. They sell beer and wine outside for you too. We usually get some bread, cheese and wine and of course some gelato. Never more than kiddy size though. Tonight I had violet flavor and Emery had Chocolate Hazelnut.
We had to wait for a table as the cafe was packed with people tonight enjoying the balmy evening air and the music. It was a country western group tonight and they were good although I must admit that I am no fan of country music as a rule. We had a nice fresh loaf of Pain de Champagne sliced for us and had havarti with herbs for our cheese. I had wine and Emery had French Limeade. We sat gazing into each others faces as young lovers do, unaware that we have been married so long now. The rest of the world seemed a haze to us as though we were the only ones there. We munched on a few Dutch mints for a special treat. All too soon the sky darkened to a deep cobalt blue and the musicians played their last song. We drove past down town Ft Worth on our way home. The sky lit up from the lights of our few skyscrapers. Easy Jazz playing on the car radio. Our food shopping of croissants and cheeses filled the car with the smell of a bakery and cheese market. A good combination of smells.
Back home we hear the chirping of crickets and smell the scent of dew laden grass. The sky black and seemingly endless. Stars twinkling as jewels on velvet. So different from the pale darkness of the city, where only the brightest of stars shine.
The chickens needing to be locked up and a few other farm chores needing to be done before we head to bed.
Melanie and Casi waiting for us like anxious parents. Both of them sitting on the sofa waiting to hear about our night. A sure sign we don't go out very often after all.
We left a note !
The roles seemed reversed and we chuckled over it.
As I climb into bed and close my eyes, I will remember the night and the way that Emery looked into my eyes and said so much without words spoken. Love is indeed a beautiful thing. We have waited so long to date again. The years with children gloriously wonderful but so isn't this new phase of life.
I stick the French cafe music in the CD player as if to recapture just a bit of the nights atmosphere. It works. I feel transported back a few hours in time to the cafe, where voices carry above the music and wine bottles clink when picked up. Most women are dressed in lovely outfits, casual but matched with all the right accessories. You get the feeling they read fashion magazines. The children in shorts and tee shirts, playing in the grass and dancing to the music. The people were almost all thin there. We notice it every time we shop there. I wonder what the difference is. America is 67% overweight, but not at this market and cafe.
It has been a night where I have experienced the best of both worlds, city and country.
This country mouse went to visit all the city mice tonight and had a great time.