Not far from the castle, Portuondo sits in a cafe, eating a croissant and reminiscing – about performing with Nat King Cole, and touring the world as a solo artist.
And it's a testament to the power of creativity, not only as a valuable tool for reminiscing, but as something that can empower people with dementia, adding dignity and control, making them tellers of their own stories.
Their batons hit pretty much everything that moved and, leaving the stadium after a more serene occasion on Wednesday, a few of us journalists found ourselves reminiscing about that revealing little scene once the place had cleared back in April 2007.
The film premiered at the former Tyneside coal docks last year; now it travels to other former industrial cities, accompanied by shorts from the band's archives and post-screening Q&As with the musicians, reminiscing about their distinguished career.
Moore was hired to front a new $4m campaign called Home Of, involving an advert featuring the actress taking a plane while reminiscing about a trip to Turkey in her childhood.
But the fourth may count for most: that he is an oilman by conviction as well as profession.Back from beyondMr Hayward is at his most animated when reminiscing about his hands-on experience out in the field working as a geologist on a North Sea platform (his first job with BP) or exploring for oil in Yemen or Papua New Guinea.
They could be reminiscing about old times: almost all of them are former communists, and many had illustrious careers under the Soviet regime.
Even in far and away places such as San Francisco and Los Angeles business leaders were happy to find time to meet an MBA from out of state, candidly reminiscing about their own days at business school and generously offering a piece of their minds.
Writing in the first person, as an old man reminiscing in a Czech sanatorium, he details Crabb's career, carefully re-creating the jaunty language and political paranoia of post-war Britain.
Mr Hollings walks in stately fashion through Greenville's local government offices, reminiscing with matronly ladies about friends long since gone from the political stage and courteously expressing "appreciation for your consideration in November".This race, the Hollings camp concedes, will be very close.
James Freyn, the narrator, is 106, a dropped-out philosophiser, reminiscing into Cowley's tape-recorder about a trip he made in his 20s into the interior of a god-forsaken British colony in South America, to collect two horses from a French-Swiss religious nutter worshipped by robotically obedient natives.The echoes of Joseph Conrad's "The Heart of Darkness" are obvious.
