Tomatoes have never tasted as good

As they did here, in a temperamental chef's restaurant in the heart of Santa Croce. In the church the bells ring. On the hard stone streets they drive two white poodles to a single bike basket. Over the dam a white egret worries. In the virtual air space all the talk is of JK Rowling and her apparently racy, unhappy new book. I am happy to be reading a beautiful novel instead, about which I will soon be reporting here.

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