Memory of a Place..

Mai 20 (Vendredi)
I guess you learn to associate something with every place that you visit. There's a certain smell, a certain scene, a certain person or a certain something in the air that triggers your memory of a place that you once visited. For Vancouver, I think of the rain drops. Whenever it's raining like there's no tomorrow, I think of Vancouver. For Switzerland, somehow, I've learned to associate it with a Gucci perfume that I bought at a Switz airport; there seems to be something with the perfume that reminds me of Switzerland. Then, here in Montreal, it's different. Everyday I listen to piano music from the Romantic era: the songful, expressive, elegant "romantic" music. It almost seems to be a luxurious and extravagant thing to do.

I'm doing my paper on conjesturing what Brahms could have been thinking when he wrote his Intermezzo Op 118. It's a really "Romantic" & "romantic" piece. I think my memory trigger for Montreal is Brahms' Intermezzi. I've not encountered these beautiful pieces 'til now, in a foreign city.