Sunday, June 21, 2009

Door 78


The doorway to the sala at Andrea Palladio's Villa Godi, a couple of days ago.


I am in Italy. I like Italy. I like the Italians. A lot. Right now, down in the evening street, outside my hotel room, the Italians are babbling way, with mellifluous unintelligibility. If there is Muzak in Heaven - it might be this: people chattering quietly and happily in a
poetic southern language you don't understand.

Ciaociao.

1 comment:

Gadfly said...

Come on - you've sulked for long enough now! Lefties need attacking.