Unsubstantiated ramblings.

It was the Sunday evening of a springtime weekend elapsed in the beautiful north of Italy, yet one which was spent entirely within the spraw...

I lent against the cheap white plastic bar that supported my espresso and sugar by tiny plastic cup ( for one euro; as is usually the case i...

He stood watching the ride shrinking before his eyes, and it was almost by the horizon before traveling on and out of sight. He felt it an e...

i will miss this place. i will come back, but it will not be the same. the stuff will still be there: the bars, restaurants and fields and s...

Firenze is a town I'd heard so much about without ever having visited. I’ve had friends who’ve travelled there, friends who’d lived ther...

il cafe corto . the espresso was short; bitter and strong. it served quickly, thrown onto the bar, clinking cup and saucer. the barista in p...

The light of day It induces all; Of the sun resting Gently on the streets; Illuminating the canvas; and T...