I know Danny Dalena as a realist-impressionist artist, who is finally sharing his invaluable body of works in a retrospective at the third- and fourth-floor galleries of the Cultural Center of the Philippines.
I do not remember the Jai Alai. I have never marveled at the flame trees that once lined the paseo to Luneta. Not once have I walked through Escolta in all its glory, when it exuded glamour comparable to stylish European boulevards.
