前些日子因为搬家整理书籍,一张写了地址的纸条落了出来。那是我在新奥尔良旅行时,约翰留给我的。一般情形下,收到陌生人递来的电话号码或伊妹儿,我总是夹在钱包放收据的那层,定期整理钱包时好一起扔掉。但那天不同,我把约翰的地址(很少有人写地址给我)夹在一本书里,特别对待。那天是我的生日,我在密西西比河边著名的 café duMonde 一边用便宜可口的露天午茶,一边听街上的爵士 A few days ago because of the move to organize books, a piece of paper wrote the address fell out. That was what John left for me while traveling in New Orleans. Under normal circumstances, I received a stranger to the phone number or e-mail, I always clip the receipt of the wallet level, regularly tidy wallet together when thrown away. But that day is different, I put John’s address (few people write to me) caught in a book, special treatment. That day is my birthday, I am in the famous café duMonde on the Mississippi side with cheap delicious open-air afternoon tea while listening to the street jazz