From Steven & Louisa's (playing at being the father of a girl at last, picking out a dress), the train to Paddington, Steven along for the morning. An irritatingly long time spent getting working phones, but the second batch of SIMs proved not to be dodgy. Thereafter by double decker bus to the British Museum, [...]
Another day travelling. Alilaguna water bus to Venice Marco Polo, surely the only international airport named after a t-shirt. Thence to Düsseldorf, my first time in Germany. Terrific to see the Alps, snow-capped even in late June (but for how much longer?) but the most exciting part was certainly seeing more than half a dozen [...]
Piazza San Marco, Venice, towards midnight Our hotelier - a very handsome and fashionably dressed young man - looked at my passport and asked me, "You are of Israeli extraction?" He had just finished explaining that he despised "southern Europe - Spain, Portugal, southern Italy", a degenerate bunch with the self-destructive habit of [...]
This morning I lay and watched my older son struggle to find a comfortable position in dreamworld and was struck, as never before, what an arrogant act his creation had been. With what unconcern I had been complicit in the creation of an entire universe. For what sum of experience I must take my share [...]
Audio: Stazione Firenze SM Novella A last poke around Florence. Plans to get over the Arno to the Piazzale Michaelangelo foundered on the rocks of the Florentine bus system. After ten minutes sitting on a stationary bus, the driver arrived and said something in Italian which sounded dismissive, but then, it always does. [...]
Some more random observations on Florence and/or Italy: We live at Via della Scala 41. Like all civilised places, Florence numbers its streets so that all of the odd numbers are along one side and the even ones the other, and yes, I'm looking at you, Rome. However, our apartment block is right between Via [...]
Further observations about Florence: Trees are too good to waste on the poor. At a certain point today, the need for some sort of greenery got to us all, but especially Anna. The map suggested that a large garden - Il Giardino de Boboli - was to be found on the south side of the [...]
A harried morning getting on each other's tits in Rome was followed by our first high speed train ride, the Frecciarossa, which was followed by a harried evening getting on each other's tits in Florence. At one point Seb ran off into the crowd on the Ponte Vecchio, Anna ran off after him, and in [...]
Audio: Saint Peter's Basilica, Vatican City Right then, not going to spend another day deciding the queues are too long, so it was up at can, military precision, breakfast, street, bus, at St Peter's Basilica only minutes after the target 0700h. Straight in, my fingers were twitching as they tried to obey the [...]
