This is a story of seventy years ago (or a stretch from long before WWI to the end of Viet Nam) in the memory of a little boy who could catch the colors and delight in his exceptionally cultivated family’s recognitions, but could not join them up.
Tag: Florence
The Reverse Florentine Gaze by Wendi Kozma
Best of 2019: Florence, Italy Florence overwhelmed me. Nestled in the heart of Italy, she was at once a loud, … More