I awoke this morning in a pretty Italian hotel room which unfortunately, overlooks a raw and noisy alleyway, which motorists and motorcycles seems to use as some sort of shortcut.
I stepped out onto my balcony to take a few shots of the little street, gritty though it is, returned to my room, closed the big wooden double doors, opened my iPad, clicked on Facebook and looked at this…
Orchards in Bloom with Poplars by Vincent van Gogh
*Listen to Marilyn Lightstone’s reading of this text: