I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
and the temperature is already up to 27 degrees. My chest is beginning to complain after so many days of heat and the 10 day forecast is that this…
Our journey back to the boat at Pont de Vaux was wonderful, terrifying, majestic, exhausting and exhilerating. As we approached Mont Blanc on the…
The tenants for the flat below us, La Pieta Grezza, arrived yesterday after an adventurous drive up from the Amalfi coast. They are Canadians, she…