My Italian literary travels have me reminiscing about by actual visit. How I remember...
The sun setting in Venice.
Nuns interacting with the famous residents of St. Mark's Square.
A contented Burano cat.
A cozy bar in Venice.
A man with his dog.
A cheerful table at our bed and breakfast in the outskirts of Venice.
Wanting to take a dip myself in a Venice fountain.
A fruit market in Venice in the evening.
That laundry hangs out to dry everywhere in Italy, from the tiniest apartments to country villas, we yet think it's impossible to part with our dryers.
Wondering if I was in Italy, or Norway?
The road in Tuscany outside our country inn.
Mushroom parpadelle eaten...
....under the stars in Florence.
Always finding a little bit of France wherever I go. These biscotti were made by a French baker at a street market in Florence.
Snoozing among the souvenirs in Capri.
Finally trying campari, and realizing I don't like it!
A garden paradise by the sea in Capri.
In the land of lemons, a lemon Vespa.
Lemon risotto.
Have my Marge from the Talented Mr. Ripley moment (before Tom Ripley entered their lives).
Wishing I could express my enthusiasm for life the way this Tuscan cat can.
Over fancy jewelry, over pricey clothes, over flashy cars, over expensive gadgets, I take travel.
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