Snow suddenly began to fall heavily on the Plaza Mayor. All of us there ran for shelter – all except one woman. She stood stock still. A man rushed up to her, put his arms round her and gave her a kiss that seemed to go on forever. The two lovers ran off together down a small street leading off the Plaza. The scene they had played out was like something from an old novel. It made me think of the time Mario Vargas Llosa said that the most beautiful thing in life is love and literature. I couldn’t agree more, I thought.