True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy… From Shakespeare’s Romeo And Juliet A few months ago I watched…
The sound of Bryan Ferry’s “Slave to Love” lured me down the hill and into the butcher’s shop, where I found a bit of an unofficial party in the works.…
We followed a narrow, winding road outlined with tall cypress trees, oaks, and chestnuts. The hillsides were a patchwork of vineyards and olive trees. Here and there, random stretches of…
Ciao a tutti! I’ve been in Europe for the past couple of weeks and what a beautiful adventure it was. So many wonderful people and places to write about. Many…
My interpretation of the Florida Everglades.