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Via delle Belle Donne, in Florence
The "way of the beautiful dames". It is in a mazy part
of the city where streets meet at sharp angles—there isn't
a word for the resulting six-point or seven-point intersections,
I call them stellaments. So you can easily choose the wrong slit
when finding your way, as along this street to the next stellament—
Piazza Trebbio
—in which are outdoor restaurant tables where we used to go
for supper.
San Stefano al Ponte, in Florence
Church in a courtyard near the bridge over the Arno. Sound of a
musical rehearsal was coming through the open door.
Piazza della Repubblica, in Florence
Querciagrossa
In the Chianti Hills, as we cycled from Florence through the Chianti
hills to Siena.
Monteriggioni
Castle wall containing a village, twelve miles northwest of Siena.
Porto Venere
The church and castle are at the sea-projecting tip of the old walled
town, on the Ligurian coast. The setting moon was five and a half
days past its eclipse of the sun on March 29, 2006.
Scene in Venice
From a drawing made on a very early visit I did this with inks on
a large sheet of card. The card has discolored badly. The bridge
and junction of canals are somewhere between the Rialto and San
Marco.
—This is a crude cleaning-up, by using Photoshop to delete
the areas that were supposed to be white.
Olive tree
Somewhere between Brindisi and Alberobello.
Trulli
or houses with stone domes to keep them cool, characteristic of
a district in the heel of Italy, especially the small town Alberobello
("beautiful tree").
Erchie
Riding the road that scales along the cliffs of the southern side
of the Sorrentine peninsula, you look down on such places clinging
to the skirts of the sea.
Todi
One of the Italian hilltop cities—the only one I didn't succeed
in riding up into without dismounting, because someone stepped out
of a side alley. Not that I would have reached this far up the streets
of steps.
Orvieto
Silhouetted against the eastern sky as I was leaving it in the morning.
Urbs vetus, "old city", as the Romans named this
one of the nests of their predecessors the Etruscans.
Orvieto again
"From higher up the slope toward Bolsena."
Wayside flowers in Italy
Sketchbook page while bicycling through Umbria in June.
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