Oysters by the Bay

In the garden strains of music, Full of inexpressible sadness.Scent of the sea, pungent, fresh, On an ice bed, a dish of oysters...-Anna Akhmatova ("Evening")For me, there was no music, there was certainly no sadness and, instead of an elegant dish of oysters on an ice bed, we had a big old paper bag full of oysters.…