And…….easy on the roses. Most people instantly think of Romeo and Juliet when Verona is mentioned. I think of Amarone. (Or the opera festival, occasionally, depends on the state of mind, but let’s be honest here, really the wine comes as the first (only?) association). Yeah, yeah, the young lovers, the doomed passion (so boringly … More 16 – Days of Wine and Roses
A sunny saturday in London. In January. Temperature hovers just above zero, but the humid air makes me shiver more than -30C in Lapland last year. Nevertheless, the locals cycle around me in shorts and light summer jerseys, I’ve even seen a couple of guys in flip-flops. Must have been New Zealanders, they seem to have … More 15 – That’s the way it goes
Felix Mendelssohn is best known for a completely different composition than the one I decided to name this entry after, but let’s not go that way. For my latest trip’s destination does not need to be disclosed further than by the pictures; does not need words, does not need anything, really, but do play the soundtrack … More 14 – Songs without words
Come, all my well-read Italian (and non) friends. Divina commedia, Inferno, Canto V, verso 103. You all know the verse. Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving (Longfellow translation, 1867). I shall not descend into analysing Dante. Many clever people have done so rather well before me, and who am I to have anything meaningful to … More 13 – Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona
Kacenka on the road 