You can feel it in the morning and the evening, that small nip in the air; that turn of season. You can see it in the sun, already slinking away. You can feel it in the light, that ochre, autumn shade, gentler on the eye. And after sweltering in France's heatwave for the last 3 months, I can't say I'm sorry to say bye bye to summer.
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| Crazy, mad, charming Naples |
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| And his pizzas weren't too bad either! |
In hindsight, Italy seemed a ridiculous destination for an August holiday, with temperatures hovering near the 40s most days! Despite the wonder of Pompeii and Herculanum, the mad charm of Naples, the yummy pizzas, the ancient rural beauty of Sienna and Pérugia, my next trip to Italy will be in the dead of winter.
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| Wash day |
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| Dietary staples |
So, all frivolity aside, it's time for me to get back to work and write another book, another 70s Aussie psycho drama, working title:
Swimming with Seagulls. Watch this space!
And to welcome in the new season, here's a special autumn song by Ben Rector:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_SNDImDvl0
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