Whenever I try to explain to people how I felt when we visited Rome, my mind races and my words stampede over each other into an incomprehensible babble. No bones about it, I. Love. Rome. From our lovely hosts Vincent and Barbara at Arena House to the waiters who remembered…
Ever since my parents brought back the stunning glassware from Venice on their trip back in the 1980s, I have been transfixed by Venice. So far removed from the usual with her tiny alleys, uncountable bridges and canals, overhung with shuttered windows and tiny clotheslines. We stayed in San Marco,…