ONE OF ITALO Calvino’s (1923-1985) delightful creations is Mr. Palomar. There isn’t a stretch of horizon, a gecko’s gullet, a queue in the cheese shop, an expanse of ruins, or a naked bosom that doesn’t set him thinking. And there turns out to be no better “observation post” for watching birds than Palomar’s terrace in Rome.
I'm hoping these mind-sketches will become a weekly thing – they're great to think with!