There are lines from my childhood that ring with value that increases as I age. That hymn that we sang in church from the old red psalter on Thanksgiving Day reverberates with phrases of gratitude. Read More …

Catching sunset and having learned after a few weeks of watching and waiting to savour the changing flavours of the sky. A daily transition. There a dark cloud. There a ray of sunlight breaking through Read More …

In the courtyard of St Stephens church in Rome the above sign was strung across iron gates. Now I was no migrant seeking assylum, but I was looking for the local 12-step meeting and found Read More …

In a town where big was difficult and bigger was better the roaring ninties of majoilica production and hand-painted dinnerware carried the day. The oversized pots fired in oversized kilns by artists who had hopes Read More …

Reaching for ripe olives might be what Spello is known for but no matter where, how or why you looked… this place was the breeding ground for every lesson in perspective. No I am not Read More …

The inverted trunks margin the entranceway to a house that our local friend called “Hollywood-too-much” in a neighbourhood of mansions lining the way to the hilltop of Perugia. We went to see the underground city, Read More …

After climbing 21 flights of stairs, ramps and whatever google measures, we arrived somewhat mid-crowd into a bazaar where Jesus might have taken a moment to throw the money chaging rabble off the pinacle of Read More …

Standing at the focal point of San Marco square at sunrise gave us a few moments of serenity before the crowds trampled every coblestone underfoot. Our first entrance to the square was during an extreme Read More …

The title image from a painting by Jacopo Tinteretto painted somewhere between 1560 and 1570 captures a feasting that knew no bounds, a revelry that would make any middle ager proud. On the table being Read More …