JOE LOCKED HIS BICYCLE to the parking sign outside the Borghese Gallery. The trees that had inspired the first movement of Ottorino Respighi’s Pines of Rome cast a welcome shadow over him as he caught his breath and let the breeze cool his sweat-soaked body. Continue reading
SANDRA BILLINGSLEY took a sip of Frascati, puckered her mouth, and shook her head. It’s true, she thought, it doesn’t travel. She stood and poured the white wine down the sink. She reached for the bottle of red Grottaferrata next to the bread box and poured a glass of something she knew. Continue reading
This week The Freewheeling Freelancer goes to the Bologna Book Fair as he starts out on a tour of the great rivers of Europe three years ago.Come on over!
Next week, we’ll take a break from the sea stories to bring you a short story from the world of Emily & Hilda.
Thanks,
JT.
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