Masked Venice

“Senore, colombina stucco o colombina rombi?”, the shopkeeper in mask asked me to choose which among the masks for men will I don on. I decided the colombina vivian red with leaf design. This day would be a vibrant masquerade for me, I told myself in the hysteria of Carnival. The one I chose was … More Masked Venice

Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel

The legendary sun did not make its dense habit of inducing warmth of breath that morning.    There was the Normandy wasteland scenery although to call it a wasteland is blatantly false.  Idyll maybe the most appropriate description of that sight worthy of a documentary.  Mont Saint Michel towered like no other in the image-ridden world of fantasy unraveling … More Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel