Things in my head

London, if only for an hour.

I arrived just as the sun was rising, or would do if the country were not trapped under a thick blanket of cloud. I think the city is still drunk, afters are still happening. The air in the station had been thick with petrol and something sour, the hollows under

Florence Diary

I’m three weeks into Florence, this is the first where the balance tips: more days off than on. Today, I sit in the atrium of the apartment, just me and the tolling of the bells from looming Santo Spirito. Aside from my stroll to the shop this morning, I