I can’t get the lovely lyrics of “Mi Chiamano Mimi” from Puccini’s La Boheme out of my mind since I saw the opera last weekend. It feels like Mimi and I share the love of beautiful things:
“Yes, they call me Mimi, but my true name is Lucia.
I love all things that have gentle sweet smells, that speak of love, of spring,
of dreams and fanciful things,
Those things that have poetic names, do you understand me?”