Solitude
I was alone, and yet I wasn’t. Two of my friends had just walked past, their heads stuck in a map, oblivious to their surroundings, and I liked it. I liked it that...
Category: Italy
En route to pizza
We met Paolo- wavy-haired, scruffy and broke- at Paris Austerlitz train station. Aida and I were checking train schedules when he walked up to us with sad, pleading eyes. “I have no money...
Roman trails
I had walked right smack into an Italian tussle. Two gladiators were brandishing swords and shouting at each other. The taller man, who was particularly loud, looked as though he was ready to eat...
