"She is tall and slender, perhaps seventy, silver-haired, soigné, neither black nor white, a pale golden rum color. She is a Martinique aristocrat who lives in Fort de France but also has an apartment in Paris. We are sitting on the terrace of her house, an airy, elegant house that looks as if it were made of wodden lace: it reminds me of certain old New Orleans houses. We are drinking iced mint tea slightly flavoured with absinthe."

in, Music for Chameleons, Truman Capote
(Conto incluido no livro My Side of the Matter)

Adoro a preguiça pressuposta neste momento. Confesso que tenho um certo apelo por terraços e velhas aristocratas com patine... Suspeito também que o absinto, mesmo que em pequenas quantidades, ajude a criar ambiente.