After searching in the early afternoon near the Palermo Centrale with much and many misdirections for an hour for the correct location of the bus (Lumia) stop to go to Caltabellotta, walking after final success toward the Palermo Botanical Garden I came upon a magazine box, in which window I was astonished to see a photo of Nietzsche. With essentially no Italian, I asked to see it, and it’s not unusual now with me, the only copy of what I was interested, was the one in the window which I Purchased. (The book I noticed and bought on Sicily was the single same.) Seems the magazine man was somehow moved by my enthusiasm and exclamations, and gave me a free book on the WWII blockade, and a National Geographic on Athens and travel..
Then, after a couple of hours in the Botanical Garden, I walked to meet the leather artist Alexei, where we talked an hour or so about his and my life. And there is a 7-year party this evening at his shop, with “really good musicians”, to which I am invited!
After Goethe…
Today to the Cappuchim catacombs — at Alexei’s recommendation — and an Arabo-Norman church.
The question is now for me, device completely superficial level in my relation to Palermo, who do I study then come back Sunday?
It was either Jimi Hendrix, or Santana I heard played earlier in the courtyard here… And now I am definitely listening to “Black Zmagic Woman” though it doesn’t quite sound like Santana! But it turns out it was a live recording! So it could’ve been Santana. I am in Palermo, May 30, 2023.
Bar Liberty. Palermo… that it is the same dour faced man who served me seconds ago, smiling so delightedly with that woman at her table…
There is certainly a human inevitability to giving a misplaced ultimacy to our passing lives.
Stephen Lapeyrouse . . . Notes Dropped Along the Way 