Sunday Sounds

The 10-foot high French doors are wide open. (Are they called "Italian doors" since we're in Italy?) We had a long, strong rain last night and the air is cool. The sky is blue. Someone in an...

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Sunday Brunch, Day Three

Sunday Brunch, Day Three

I guess I could have gotten a bigger plate. A little of this, a little of that and all of a sudden the small plate was piled high with proscuitto crudo, scamorza affumicata, focaccia with carmelized...

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Door Knocker

Door Knocker

A pair of these beautiful, iron hands knock on double doors along Corso San Gottardo, between my apartment and the grocery store. They stopped me in my tracks.

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M!

M!

I'm always looking for an interesting "M", since that's my first initial and often how I sign my letters and e-mails. This one is quite beautiful, found just around the corner from my apartment,...

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Nesting

I'm such a nester. Always have been. I awoke at 4:30 or so this morning, Saturday, forced sleep 'til about 5:30 then got up. Cup of coffee at my side, I wrote and messed with photos for a while 'til...

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Apartment key

Apartment key

I don't see keys like this in the U.S. Anyone else? This is my main apartment door key, although I have 4 to use by the time I get in: one at the sidewalk gate; one at the door to the hallway; two...

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