verona

Letters to Santa Lucia

In Verona, children don’t leave letters by the fireplace for Father Christmas, but for Santa Lucia – the patron saint of the blind. She visits on the 12th December with gifts for the good, coal for the bad, and for the nosy, a fistful of ash thrown in the eyes. The girl I look afterContinue reading “Letters to Santa Lucia”

Italian sausages and beans (and Verona)

I was planning to write about sausages and beans, but then I remembered that I haven’t properly told you about Verona. About the way the crisp morning air nips at my fingers as I cycle to my Italian class (late, of course), or how the narrow streets ripple with life, and music, and spritz-drinking revellersContinue reading “Italian sausages and beans (and Verona)”

It was a good weekend. On Friday evening we walked from Chinatown to London Bridge, along the Southbank and through the dimly lit streets of Borough. I drank in October London in all of its damp, heady glory, knowing that when I come back it will be muffled by the gloom of January. But even now,Continue reading “Verona”

Day six: Cala Sisine

I’ve just realised that I never finished telling you about Sardinia. On the second to last day we took our rented car up the side of a mountain and then – going against all common sense – we drove it down a rock strewn trail for an hour and a half. The donkeys looked at usContinue reading “Day six: Cala Sisine”