One afternoon last month, we stepped from the noisy bustle of Palermo’s Via Maqueda into the quiet hallowed space of a Baroque chapel where I sketched and we drank in the restorative architectural beauty and the deep resonance of centuries of use. Join me for a few minutes in revisiting that well of peace again?
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So. . . that walk through Rome. Happened two weeks, I told you about part of it last week, and finally, I’ll show you our destination. . . . I must admit that it was…
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Since our first visit to Bordeaux eight years ago, I’ve been fascinated by the city’s wealth of mascarons. Apparently, there are some 3000 of these faces–the majority, perhaps, realistic, but many fantastic or comic — carved from…
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My last post came to you from Haarlem, as we were hurrying out the door to catch a train. If you’ve been following on Instagram, you already know that train took us to Brussels where…
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As I begin preparing for another trip (countdown has begun for when I will get to hear a certain Four roll her Italian Rrrrs in person rather than on a Facetime screen), I realize how…
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