taught me more than I realized Thirty years ago I moved to Tuscany. I left my cozy carriage house on Church Street in Charleston– “slightly north of Broad” — and spent a couple years tending sheep and horses and olives and chestnut trees, on a mountainside on a 400 year old farm. I remember the…
because….Venice Venice has been my favorite city for more than 50 years, since I saw it on a cold, winter night, coming in from what was then Yugoslavia. I went there as often as I could (and stayed as long as I could afford) and it is still my favorite place to visit, read about,…