The receptionist at the hotel in Ouro Preto was beautiful and punctilious, walking me to my room in a red pants suit that struck an odd 70s note in the 18th century town. Still, she wore it with great elegance.
She was at the university, she said, studying literature: English, French, Brazilian. In the elevator up to the third floor, I asked her what writers she liked.
"It's difficult to choose," she said in an English that was not so much accented as caressed. "I like Wilde. William Burroughs."
"Burroughs?"I said, surprised.
"Yes," she said. "I'm into glam rock. So I'm interested in everything that's connected to that. But I also like Jane Austen."
By Thomas Swick •
Category: Travel
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