I read less (and more lightly) in October, thanks to all the travel. A few mysteries, a French novel, and an Italian one (the latter is very good and has been translated into English, recommended).
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On Saturday, I was knitting a glove in Paris. And I’m finishing its mate at home now, settling back into a comforting domesticity after five weeks of playing the vagabond.
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A bench in a Paris park — sit with me, if you have a minute, and I’ll share a few instances from what’s turning out to be a very busy week in a favourite city. One that I haven’t visited on my own for a few years. Turns out we still get along well. . .
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I saw the glorious Duomo di Milan yesterday — after a day that included a few worries. Sharing the highs — I met an angel in very practical, no-nonsense human form, I saw the Duomo in late-afternoon sunlight — and the lows . . . keeping it real, as my friend Sandy often says. Clcik through to read; maybe you have some travel reality of your own to share.
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