"A 'gentleman's club,'" Hania said as we walked past Teasers on Duval Street.
"I've been there," I said. "With a former poet laureate of the United States."
Ever since I was an English major in college, I have wanted to have a connection to Evelyn Waugh: https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-travel-makes-us-smarter?ref=wrap
You exit the airport and call your friend, who suggests you meet her at the Rosenbach Museum and Library on Delancey Place. Just as you arrive, you see your friend crossing the street. The two of you make your way past tables set up on the closed-off street and take seats in front of a lectern positioned on a stoop. Sunlight filters through the sycamore trees. A local actor, in a colorful shawl, emerges from the doorway behind the lectern and proceeds to read, with humor and verve, Molly Bloom’s soliloquy from Joyce’s Ulysses.
Note: Such an arrival is only possible in Philadelphia on June 16.
Travel, at least on TV, has been reduced to an exercise in eating, narrowing one of the most broadening activities into an excuse to fill our stomachs. Contrarily, Anthony Bourdain used food to tell us about the culture, the politics, the human heart.
I was talking to a very wealthy man the other day about his trip to Italy. He and his wife were sitting at a cafe, in some small city, when a singer with a guitar appeared to serenade the customers. The couple, impressed, hired the man for the day and had him walk behind them playing music as they went.
Where to go in 2018? Oh, just go back to where you went last year.