What’s The Buzz ?
Corner of Via Giulio Gaudini and Viale P. de Courbetin, Rome, February 1, 2013
Posted on February 1, 2013
I am still late as I fruit a loop around a roundabout which is just where I left it when this used to be my way to work, past Renzo Piano’s Auditorium which has a book shop where I first met Nina Berberova, an amour fou that never really levitated to happier hunting grounds but burned bright above a world oh so sky scraper high. A little old lady walks out in front of me as she envisions a zebra crossing she swears is right where she last saw it. I brake with staccato aplomb and smile benignly as memories of stomach ulcers perdu hiccup a pas de chat as I spy with my little eye something blue that begins with B that has just slid out from beneath the passenger seat. BOOK!
Oh. Make that L. As in Law book. I have a walk on part but forgot to behead a bottle of champagne to 
celebrate the opening night as I finally draw back the curtains to see just where I come in. (p. 175, I checked at the traffic
lights which were, I hereby solemnly swear, red). I am a vanity case on this first day of February as I hunt to gather the ever elusive parking space otherwise known as a dodo as I turn to avoid communion with a tram that makes advances with high-frequency ardour and that is when I see it through pine trees, this light, this Rome on this day of yet to be filed as syndicated history and I hear another Nina’s voice who said to me before I left New York, that she did not so much envy me Paris as Rome. “It is the light, you will love that light.” Nina is almost right. I do love the light and as I later fly through a class of children holding hands, shouting out to Roberto, the fruit seller boxer, to keep aside two apples for later, I see, from the way that he smiles at me today, that between the light and I, there is a feeling we call mutual.
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