Broken ankle be damned!! The ancient Roman roads are smoother than Petaluma's potholes, the bridges are for walking (not traffic jams) and the reward is always some new vista of converging angles, buildings holding up other buildings and SILENCE. I think the sound of water is actually louder here in Lagrasse because there is not the chatter and clatter of modern life.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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