CHAPTER 6
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LUCIA:
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THE IMPRESSION RECEIVED of a person left a kind of lingering flavor in one’s memory that was unique like the scent of a flower or the colors that some people see when musical chords are struck. Perhaps this was more a reflection on the person receiving the impression than of the object, but inevitably, some were attractive like the cool soothing comfort of lemon balm, while others came as a warning like candy whose sweetness leaves a regretfully sour aftertaste or the sly acridity of smoke, harbinger of fire and loss.
Traveling gave ample opportunities of gathering bouquets of such diverse impressions, though sometimes, even abroad, we found ourselves amongst people who appeared to be cut from the same cloth as those we had come across in New York ra
