
In Venice, quite close to a canal I
and BM met with Mr Arrigo (Harry) Cipriani.
He then ruled Harry´s Bar down there by the Canal Grande.
We learned to know his story, his sorrow and his joy.
I remember Mr Cipriani as a very nice, though
somewhat shy man. Pleasant-mannered. And welldressed
as you can see. We had a cup of coffee
and it was twenty minutes past ten.
The 29th of April in 2003. Don´t know if he still
rules that Bar.
Came to read about Mr Arrigo and his son
in Vanity Fair this week.
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