Home after Rome . .
Yesterday morning, I got out of bed at 3:50 a.m. after a fitful few hours’ sleep, and flipped the switch on the iPad alarm set to go off at 4. The only drawback to my…
View PostYesterday morning, I got out of bed at 3:50 a.m. after a fitful few hours’ sleep, and flipped the switch on the iPad alarm set to go off at 4. The only drawback to my…
View PostIf Rome is going to seduce me (and honestly, the verdict is still out), it will be through its colours. I have some serious reservations about its apparently perennial obsession with power, blatantly manifest in…
View PostWe’re packing up today, between the trips down to the beach. Yesterday was a long day, over six hours of driving, some of it over heart-in-the-mouth twisting, narrow roads through forested hills at almost Italian…
View PostI’m so busy relaxing….enjoying my family’s company, changing chairs from shade to sun to shade, a swim here, a terrace lunch there, a mystery novel to finish (Conor Fitzgerald’s The Dogs of Rome), that I…
View PostLast night, surrounded by lemon trees, the dusk snuggling in comfortably around us, we pulled white plastic chairs over a stone terrace to a long collection of white plastic tables, the ten of us claiming…
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