Part Two of yesterday’s conversation was initiated by me:

What city would you love to visit?

I asked my friends to let an answer bubble up rather than think about it. What comes immediately?

Bart started … Porto. In Portugal. He was smiling.

And Bart’s second favourite came quickly – Sevilla. In Spain.

Now it was Larisa’s turn: Porto. So wife and husband saw together.

And the ball was passed to Geert: Edinburgh. In Scotland.

The woman at the next table was enjoying this. I asked her the question … and she didn’t know. “I’ll come back to you.” Minutes later, I did. Firenze. (Florence in English) In Italy.

Then there was me. Firenze. But I broke my own rule, talking about the marvelous art and the Ponte Vecchio, the bridge where Dante fell in love with Beatrice. “No explaining, Bruce.”

This morning, absent of analysis, one word came: Prague. In the Czech Republic.

Well said, everyone

Let us love the world