Venice on May day weekend

Already we are leaving Italy.  It is only for a month but what a wrench.  It has stopped raining and at last the sun is shining again and the skies are filled with swooping swallows.    We are full of joy when we see the swallows.  They never seem to touch the ground, finding their

Venice and the Biennale

I walked down the street today, pensive in the soft autumn air, it was such beautiful light and I felt like I had forgotten to look at the hills and the trees for ages.  A friend of our’s died recently, a gentle, quiet and sincere man who had chosen excellence for all the things he