- an opera in three acts by Giacomo Puccini
- the same magically transposed to film in a stirring and wonderfully performed production featuring Angela Gheorghiu and Roberto Alagna asthe star-crossed lovers
- a downtempo-chillout-electronic-trip-hop lounge duo
- a fine Italian dining experience in the heart of Washington, D.C.
- an awesome old school café in San Francisco’s Chinatown
- a manufacturer of travel goods in Australia
- a street in Singapore, and …
… dirt. Actually a type of crumbly rock (my scant knowledge of geology fails me), a mountain of which appeared last week on the rambla, probably for the repair of the collapsing stretch nearby, and destined to devolve into clouds of dust, tooth-rattling washboards, and suspension-testing potholes (pozos).
I found this spot a little more inspiring a couple years ago, with a funky car and graceful pines.
They’ve gone, victim of a storm, as have the railings to the then-new boardwalk. And I haven’t seen that car in a long time either, come to think of it.