December 22, 2019
For whatever reason, as I went to sleep, I was thinking of the downtown mall in the city where I grew up. It was a pedestrian shopping zone, many blocks long, at the heart of downtown. It was unusual in the USA, but I felt right at home in the European cities with large pedestrian areas. I’d like to go back and visit, particularly Bonn. All of these thoughts apparently queued up some unusual dreams of a two story apartment with Fin de Siecle flourishes, including brass fretwork doors marked “Tanzsaal A” tucked away inside closets with iridescent blue dragonflies.