trains and sandy feet: santa marinella & and a pot of mussels

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If a football stadium is a kind of open air temple to human passion; a place where barriers come down and for 90 minutes everyman is united, then so too are beaches arenas to the egalitarian gods of sun and sea.  In and old issue of Great…

when in Venice

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What is there not to say about Venice?  After meandering a few hours away amongst the tight streets and crooked bridges, following the famous arrows that lead - or to the train station, or to Rialto - it dawned upon me.  The silence.…

fresh air and unsalted bread: Lubriano

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I first came to look at a house here in Lubriano on the basis of an entry in the Slow Food Guide Osteria d'Italia.  My reasoning being that it is always good to have one really good restaurant a town, especially for when special people like…

mini city guide: Milan

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When I lived in Sydney I used to think that her architecture reflected the desire to look out: to gaze upon the drunken beauty of the harbour.  While Melbourne, being more geographically staid, was more inward looking, turning back towards…

through the mountains and down to the sea: an Australian road trip

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A road trip has to have a destination, even though by its very nature it's a journey where getting there is what it is all about.  Motels and cabins, ice-cream cones drippy in the hot wind on a sleepy afternoon main street, the mandatory fish…