Writing from the Circolo Unione Firenze society in Florence that, for all its antiquity, is wireless! Will post a photo of our quarters when I return to Rome. A dinner meeting last night on the Cosimo Rosselli project complete with ancient sterling, candlelight, and two white-gloved waiters in tails. The Marchese Rosselli del Turco, current president of the society, is a gracious host and even I (a woman) feel welcome in this masculine establishment.
Karen,
How lovely to spend my spring vicariously in Italy by reading your captivating snapshots of travel!
May we never be too old,or too tired, or too disillusioned to explore new cultures (and old), a sensory adventure through every door and resulting vistas as you have given us such a taste!
A bit of melancholy descended this week with the passing of Kurt Vonnegut. But then I found this perfectly insightful paragraph from the best of the editorials I read.
By VERLYN KLINKENBORG
Published: April 13, 2007
"If you read Kurt Vonnegut when you were young - read all there was of him,
book after book as fast as you could the way so many of us did - you probably
set him aside long ago. That's the way it goes with writers we love when we're
young. It's almost as though their books absorbed some part of our DNA while
we were reading them, and rereading them means revisiting a version of
ourselves we may no longer remember or trust."
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Is it too much to want or hope to continue to live this way? That we pursue life with a passion day after day, our pursuits absorbed into our DNA, our DNA shedding into our surroundings?
Certainly, you and Arturo set the bar blissfully high!
Love to you both from Orlando on a blustery day (or it is me who blusters?)
Wendy
Posted by: Wendy Goddard | April 15, 2007 at 11:36 AM