My piece at the Daily O about how far we've come and how much we've changed.
|An old villa in the baroque style. Nice has an Italian history, and reminds you of it often.|
|The lid came off and the smell of white wine, garlic and seafood nearly knocked me out.|
|The Riviera. Somehow it always feels like the 1920s here.|
|A lovely American couple I drank with on the rocks all evening. He was a marine who had survived a very long campaign in Afghanistan. She works as a hair stylist and has been studying business at college. They were friendly, very sweet, full of the promise of youth. I lost touch with them, which is a pity. With the absolute faith and frankness of a complete stranger, I wish them a long and beautiful life together, and hope they see the world, and it is kind to them.|
|The wine dark sea, like velvet.|
|The Apollo at the Place Massaena|