The tugs of place
The last couple of days the night blooming jasmine has been over the top heady and the air is deliciously fragrant all around. Last night, getting out of the car near Louis Armstrong Park, I said, “smell that?” and my friend said, “that’s New Orleans.”
Yesterday, T was picking up cakes from Kras in Jalecica Square in Zagreb. She says Croatians have not forgotten simple pleasures. It made me miss Zagreb and Croatia (not to mention her) to think of Kras, the horse, the square, not to mention those cakes.