Wow what a story by Sr.Francis. Even ten years after the event of 61, Goa was a gem in this world. BC
Last night I dreamt I traipsed down to Fontainhas again.... that beautiful Latin corner of Panjim, that is still old Portugal, complete with faint strains of the fado emanating from the pretty yellow houses, lining the quaint, narrow streets. A light staccato Portuguese chatter in the air accompanies a piano or two from the upstairs Academia da Musica. What is it now - five decades, yet it lives in my river of dreams? *********************
