He unexpectedly got up and put on a CD by a French hip-hop artist I’d never heard of. He took my hand and pulled me to the floor. “For research,” he said to the thumping beat, the singsongy pulse of urban French poetry. “No, seriously,” he said. He slipped off his shirt, tossed it to the sofa, an...
He points out parakeets flying to and from a termite nest they are raiding to feed their young. He tells me about all the animals we’re likely to run into. Badgers, armadillos, and squirrel monkeys. Lizards, iguanas, countless varieties of birds with shocking green and yellow feathers. “Just tell...