mist and fog burning to pink and David

with so many thanks to my friends who have left comments. almost everything electronic in my life is broken. my blog says I am a foreigner (and indeed I am). my Facebook says I am not allowed to comment (mostly). and hours before I got on a plane my entire email system crashed.

how much of this matters in Florence, you ask?

none of it, really, except that I don't mean to be rude.

today I interviewed the proprietors of Italy's largest independent bookstore (English speaking) for an upcoming Publishing Perspectives story. I talked for an hour to a craftsman. and then I slipped inside a cloister for young friars and learned from a master, a story I will tell at another time. I will tell you, too, someday, of a magical green-eyed woman named Laura.

but all of that is for someday, when I can properly honor these true Florentines.

but

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