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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Wandering the sinuous, narrow vicoli of the old island city of Ortigia last month, I should have paid more attention to what turns my husband was taking just ahead. Instead, I found myself alone in the labyrinth, wondering where the man in the red pants had gone. . . But what an enticing labyrinth it was. . .
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Sending you a few quick postcards because the AirBnB we are staying in here in Palermo is currently without WiFi. Our landlord is very apologetic but apparently is changing service providers and we are caught…
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Everything from yellow boots to Italian castles to young French men preening to a favourite What I Wore. . . filling the pages of my messy sketch journal, I end up with a book of memories. Want a peek? Just click through. . .
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As we prepare to travel again, I’ve begun to organize my box of travel journals. More than twenty little books, in a few different formats, record impressions of my travels since 2008. Before that, for…
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