Caffe Trieste, Chinatown in San Francisco, City Lights Bookstore, Eastern Bakery, Finnegans Wake, Golden Gate Bridge, James Joyce, John Cage, Peter Drucker, Rick Wartzman, Russell Freedman, San Francisco, Shakespeare & Company, Ulysses, Vesuvio Bar
I believe in mystery. Describing cultural magic is tricky. But like you, I know it when I see it or learn of its presence.
As in my mom telling me about the wedding reception in Hollywood she served at Chasen’s for Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall (yes, missing her I now cry a little inside every time I see them on TCM…). Street food in Hanoi. Sigmund Freud’s house in Vienna. Washington Square in Greenwich Village. Tanglewood. Cherry blossoms in Kyoto. Schoenberg’s living room in Los Angeles. Everything in Paris. Tea in Taipei. Visiting Elliott Carter at his apartment on W. 12th St. in the Village. Big Sur. The Star Ferry in Hong Kong. Diego Rivera murals in Mexico City.
And the energy of a bookstore and its neighborhood in Chinatown and North Beach in San Francisco. City Lights. Vesuvio Bar and Caffe Trieste. Eastern Bakery. The Buddha Bar.