secret no more
When I tell people I live in Pittsburgh there is generally a startled silence. Over the last twenty years, as Pittsburgh has shucked off its image of smoke and steel, the pause has grown shorter, but it is still a recognizable pause.
market day
Saturday is market day in Como. The only ferry from Bellagio to Como leaves early, at 8:13 am, too early for breakfast at the villa. Fresh eggs, fresh yoghurt, fresh fruit and fresh cappuccino will have to wait until tomorrow. Market day is just once a week. Today, with bread rolls in hand, we catch the ferry and arrive in Como by 9 am.
fog
Foggy brain. Foggy landscape. I have finally shed the fog of jet lag, and I see outside, through the window of my study, that the mountains in the distance have shed their fog as well. Time for work to begin.
