Calim was on the watch for us and came out to welcome us as we stood puzzling over the way to his door (there are three passages into James Court, and we had come in by a wrong one). He was hospitality itself, making us free of his beautiful book-filled apartment, equipped with every sort of modern appliance and lavishly stocked with food and drink. He couldn’t have been kinder, even offering to carry our bags up the four flights of stairs (we didn’t let him). The apartment’s furnishings, especially its library, proclaimed him a man of culture and his provision for his guests testified to kindliness and generosity. We loved our stay with him.