The Face of Florence – I
In the dark of 5:30 a.m., the city of Florence rises in memory, as if I’m hovering over her, not very high up, and viewing her features and moods, wiles and compensations. Yes, her face. What does it take to … Continued
In the dark of 5:30 a.m., the city of Florence rises in memory, as if I’m hovering over her, not very high up, and viewing her features and moods, wiles and compensations. Yes, her face. What does it take to … Continued