Wandering the sinuous, narrow vicoli of the old island city of Ortigia last month, I should have paid more attention to what turns my husband was taking just ahead. Instead, I found myself alone in the labyrinth, wondering where the man in the red pants had gone. . . But what an enticing labyrinth it was. . .
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I don’t know how you like to travel, but we like to slow it down, take time to smell the roses and sketch the angels and spot the old guys playing cards on a table they’ve carried out to a public square in the sunshine. We did that and more last Saturday in Rome’s Trastevere district — read on for a sample.
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In my Italian class this summer, we’re reading our way through Italian journalist Aldo Cazzullo’s book of interviews with 70 Italiani Che Resteranno — or, 70 Italians (drawn from the last three or four decades) who will…
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You may laugh at me, but here’s a “true confession”: I had a light-bulb moment the other day, in which I realized that “Hey, I’m doing a lot, verging on too much.” The various activities…
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A twist, today, in my little series on What I Wore, What I Listened To, and What I Saw while walking. . . I didn’t wear this outfit for walking, at least not any further…
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