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H E W E B S I T E O F
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V A Z Q U E Z A N D C R A I G
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Barnabas,
Venice 2006 |
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V E N I C E
It is an astonishing thing to walk
directly out of the Venice train station exit at the back, walk down the
broad steps to the edge of the water and be gobsmacked instantly by 13th
century palaces and villas on water canals directly in front of you. It
was like tumbling down a rabbit hole or falling into a rip in the
space-time continuum. There was a swarm of people coming and going about
their business and getting in and out of water taxis. I felt my head
start to spin a little bit.
Go to Venice
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Grand Canal, Venice 2006 |
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C I N Q U E T E R R E
We stayed 8 days in a
little apartment in Riomaggiore, right with the working class Italians
and their drying laundry, all around us. We shopped in the local markets
and drank the local wine. the fish we ate was only a few hours out of
the water. The basil pesto (pesto was invented in Liguria) was the best
we could ever hope to have. Our apartment was probably built in the 14th
century. The bedroom ceiling was supported by a large tree trunk wedged
in from wall to wall.
Go to Cinque
Terre
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Fresh Anchovies, Cinque Terre
2006 |
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M I L A N
The Last Supper is booked up until
star date 4106. Our hotel is miles and miles from Milan in a town called Gerenzano. We
leave the hideously fascist (architecture designed by Mussolini)
Milano Centrale Train Termini and see nothing but gypsies and surly,
solitary, scowling, non-italian immigranti thieves lurking and loitering in the dusty
smoggy midday sun on a deserted plaza outside the front steps. Where are
we? We run back inside and we stop to buy our tickets for Florence.
There are 300,000 people waiting to buy tickets and only one
window is open. It's lunchtime in Italy.
Go to Milan
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2006Milan Train Terminal, 2006 |
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