We sat on the terrace as dusk fell across the sky; the scent of homemade chicken and pasta in marsala wine sauce wafted lightly through the heavy summer air. Wine filled the empty glasses, and the glasses emptied. We talked about all the things that stood beyond us… life, literature, languages, loveliness. Faces rosy and spirits aloft, the meal ended with a watermelon half on the table and three spoons to carve it with.
artwork by futura 2000
florentine man, photographed by the sartorialist
Hi everybody, I have been in Florence since Sunday, but did not have internet until now!!! Hence the immense lack of updates. The weather is scorching but the city is gorgeous. I made a day trip to Bologna today, and am going to Spoleto and Parma the next two days to see a chamber music concert and have some excellent food (and parmesan cheese). I’ll try my best to update but I hope you are all doing well!
