Lettera quindici
There is a secret garden here. The first time I discovered this secret garden, as happens with the character Mary Lennox in Frances Hodgson Burnett’s…
Lettera quattordici
Reaching For It. We are seated at the Café Brunellescho in the shadow of the Ospedale degli Innocenti and a few footfalls from where Susan is…
Lettera tredici
Irony: “From the Greek eironeia – an incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs”.[1] Yes, it turns out that October is also…
Lettera dodici
Love and death and food. Have you read the Inspector Montalbano mysteries by Andrea Camilleri? Or perhaps you have seen the marvelous Inspector…
Lettera undici
Looking up. Naturally, the longer one resides somewhere, the more one wants to understand its history, and not just the history of five hundred years…
Lettera dieci
The moon is full again. That means there will only be two more of these letters. When the old moon is in the new moon’s arms, we fly over it to…
Lettera nove
I am writing this with earplugs in my ears. Those nice cylindrical foam ones. Very effective. Not far outside our window, on most days, there is a…
Lettera otto
Reflections. A review of the parts of the brain: The Frontal Lobe The Occipital Lobe The Cerebellum The Parietal Lobe The Temporal Lobe The Venetian…
Lettera sette
Under the Tuscan buns. For males of a certain age there are distinct downsides to visiting Florence. For us it is not all happy seraphim-with-lutes…
Lettera sei
Porchetta. This shopping-at-the-Mercato thing looks easy, right? You point, they weigh, you pay, they say, “Grazie”. But, in a language one only…