Florence. The name itself inspires a sort of beautiful anticipation, as though slide after slide in an art history lecture will emerge in one city: Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus, Michelangelo’s David, Titian’s Venus of Urbino… But I hadn’t gotten to those yet. I arrived by train tired and ready to unload my increasingly heavy … Continue reading
I’ve run away to Italy. There really isn’t a better place to run away to, with all the little streets to get lost in and the Italian to attempt and the pasta to consume. My first stop was Venice. Venice is straight out of a postcard – of the hundreds of postcards at the hundreds … Continue reading
Italy has always topped my ever-expanding list of countries to visit. It’s the Mecca for devout food lovers like myself, and Carbs are a serious weakness for me. It doesn’t hurt that the men are handsome and well dressed or that it’s a good deal sunnier than London. So Rome seemed like a good choice … Continue reading
Travel Ardor 