that was written before frances mayes ever had an inkling of an idea about the sun in tuscany.
before most go-buy-a-wreck-in-italy-and-renovate memoirs burst on the scene.
and i'm enjoying it.
i just finished this:
was terribly wonderfully frighteningly entertaining.
but probably not for the more discriminating reader.
which i am not.
it rained all weekend. felt good to wake up to a bright glittery morning. cool, sunny, breezy. big thoughts drifted in and out of the open window of my mind. small thoughts too. i let them come and go.
i wrapped up TICKET TO VENICE in a nice neat package over the weekend so as of NOW i am a free agent.
with only one ongoing investigation regarding a seam ripper someone stole off my desk.
as soon as i crack that case i'm good.
for now here are a couple of venice travel journal pages.