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10/07/03 — Encounters in the street

Did I mention it was hot here? Try 34 degrees at 8.30pm...

I've discovered that being randomly helpful to lost-looking English-speakers is not only good for the karma, it's often good for the intellect and the pocket. This last lot not only bought me dinner (mostly I've been getting a drink here and there out of it) but they included a guy giving a lecture on biodiversity at the uni and Nicholas Ashford, PhD, who apparently drafted the first regulations on biotechnology for the Reagan Administration. Unfortunately, he's leaving tomorrow so I can't get any more amazing stories about how he was stunned when they approached him because he'd been an outspoken critic of their policies regarding formaldehyde in furniture. I have his card though.

I think I got some points with the other guy (Richard Wetzler from the global environment studies program at Brown University) for having heard of cladistic analysis, so thanks, Christina!

^^ The streets were covered for a festival I'd just missed. This is the covered street that inspired some of the lines in the Ciudad de las Tres Culturas poem. See the lanterns? And you can just make out the green vines hanging from the windows.
^^ I met this lovely guy, Pedro, early on in Toledo, and he took me to the Plaza San Roman. It became one of my favourite spaces.
^^ In the centre of the plaza is a statue of the 16th century Spanish poet Garcilaso de Vega .
^^ The church on the corner of the plaza.
^^ You probably can't see it in this shot, but some kind soul has tucked a bottle of scotch under Garcilaso's arm. Just what a poet needs.
^^ I adore the brickwork and the lighting. The plaza was somewhere I went during the day to read and early in the evening just to sit and enjoy the night.
^^ Each night walking home from the plaza I came down the (very long) escalators and came out near here. The escalators closed at 10pm, so if I had a late night, I had to go the long way around.
 

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