Jeanne d'Arc in La France Suite |
She nodded, "Yes, I remember him. He and his wife were very nice. I think they had two kids." She mentioned some other identifying details regarding their professions, the street they live on, and the husband's opinion on public infrastructure investment.
I nodded back, "That's the one," I said.
See the kinds of things Frau Schmitt remembers? I remember he was very intrigued by Lafcadio Hearn.
Lafcadio Hearn |
When you look at a picture of Lafcadio Hearn, it isn't the mustache you see, it's the fact that he's hiding the fact that he's blind in his left eye.
Lafcadio Hearn from the right |
Steve said to me, "Is any of that real?"
I assured them both that Lafcadio Hearn really existed. His house is preserved as a landmark even though nobody outside Japan knows who he is. It's in the middle of a parking lot. It's the only house left on that block of Cleveland Street.
I read his biography in the hallway this morning. That's exactly what it says. I know these stories by heart. Your humble narrator is a licensed tour guide, after all.
This has nothing whatsoever to do with what I'm talking about |
He said New Orleans feels like home. He said that it reminds him of San Francisco. That's what Tennessee Williams said, too.
Frau Schmitt paraphrased Tennessee Williams for the benefit of people from Cleveland, "There are only three cities in America: New York, San Francisco and New Orleans. Everywhere else is where you're from."
Everybody has memories. Be thankful for your good ones.
A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.
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