Stumbling en route.

Not sure what originally I was looking up, but this morning after following a few links here and there, I stumbled on this link: Limmat Run Past Joyce and Nora,* a rambling essay on Joyce's gravesite in Zürich, photos and commentary by Thomas E. Kennedy.

In Zürich on business, I steal half a day to ride the number six streetcar to the top of Zürichberg, to Fluntern Cemetery. There, high above Zürichsee, the Lake of Zürich, and the flowing Limmat River, alongside the zoological gardens, James Joyce sits in bronze, walking stick by his leg, smoking, looking up from a titleless book that dangles open in his right hand that rests on his left knee, as he gazes westward, across two October red bushes, toward the stone that marks the grave of the great Bulgarian-Austrian novelist and Nobel laureate, Elias Canetti (1905-94), who died half a century after Joyce.

Today is Joyce's death day; who knew?

Worth reading, with a waiter's bonus origami joke in the end.

"Who was Saussure?" I ask.

"He was a popular guy," says Dirk. "Take this to America to show them. Tell them the waiter Dirk has told you this joke."

I tip him and leave to walk along the bank of the Limmat toward the Zürichsee and my hotel to tend to my business in Zürich.

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* riverrun, past Eve and Adams, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth, Castle and Environs...