In her biography of Patrick Leigh Fermor, Artemis Cooper explains his popularity as he was passed from one family to another on his walk from Holland to Constantinople. "The greatest blessing a guest can bring to his host is the right kind of curiosity."
Saturday I drove to Miami for dim sum at Tropical Chinese, listening to "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me!" on the way down and "The Moth Radio Hour" on the way back. Then in the evening drove to Plantation for bibimbap at Gabose listening to "A Prairie Home Companion" on the way out and "Says You!" on the way back.
For anyone still looking for a last-minute Easter present I recommend the soundtrack from The Great Beauty. It's a two CD package, with the classical and sacred music on one CD and the pop music on the other. So when you're in a contemplative mood you can listen to the first, and when you're in a party mood you can listen to the second. I've listened to the first almost continuously in my car since a friend gave me the CD set last week.
I woke up at 6:20 this morning, pulled on my shorts, laced up my sneakers and did my "evening" walk around the island. The just-past-full moon, reflected on the river, reminded me of a Highwaymen painting. And there was something beautiful about starting the walk in darkness and ending it in daylight, the rare hopefulness of dawn replacing the everyday wistfulness of dusk.
The French have a reputation for being snobbish sophisticates, so it was interesting last night to see Charles, when presented with the cork from the wine bottle he had ordered, bring his hands up to his chest like paws, lean forward, and sniff in a way that suggested he was wagging his tail.