L'Effet Papillon

Last night a song reminded me of a time long ago. A time of Strawberry Sundae in Vauxhall, the last stop on a weekend of Trade, Bar Italia, Vivienne Westwood kilts and Converse.

Now i go past the same club on the way to market.

Then the "remember when?" snowballed, and i was in Porto Cervo sipping Mirto, The English Rose and La Principessa, Una Bianca, Una Nera in the club carved out of the mountains.

or the lunch that seemed to last 2 days in the pool house in Biarritz.

These are the memories i hang on to it, when it is pissing it down with rain outside.

I know this song from somewhere, but i can't for the life of me think where.