Postcards From Italy
A photo diary and poetic ode to a three week journey in Italy
Dear Reader,
Two years ago, I was strolling, miles a day, on narrow stone-paved streets in Italy.
Our time in the bella paese was good to us. We ate! We stood and gaped in the presence of spectacular architectural relics. We took advantage of localized living and walked, walked, walked. We got engaged! (That story here). We marveled at absolutely everyth…
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