We dodged past statues depicting, in the European tradition, Great Leaders gesturing their right hands into the air like opera singers belting arias. One G.L. had enormous ears. Arthur C. Clarke lives in a neighborhood called Cinnamon Gardens where, as in many matured cities, fashionable homes have been converted to embassies, advertising agencies and schools. Leslie's House, named for Clarke's late longtime companion, is located next to a girl's school. It looks as if it has been a work in progress for the thirty some years Clarke has lived here.
Modern appendages clash with colonial charms.
A garden in back has served as his salon for the world of good men and great who have come to call. I hope you are not intimidated. He was referring to the yipping chihuahua that charged toward me. P epsi skidded to a halt about three feet away. Clarke introduced me to the tiny beast he originally named Pepe.