waking up at 11am. three hours on the sun-drenched patio of la marquise with a pecan tart, cafe au lait with chicory, the times picayune, and an inert cell phone. live jazz that is actually authentic. zapp's cajun crawfish potato chips. sitting on the waterfront writing and wishing people whose presence makes so much sense here right now were here. sweetheart hosts. sweetheart hounds. reading my new book (igor stravinsky, poetics of music) and speaking to the minx under a tree in jackson square. jonno introducing me to henri cartier-bresson. a great bookstore introducing me to josé rodó, the motives of proteus.
today was the best day. love vacation!