May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

Italy's Siren Call Lures Us More And More.

Travel Releases Spontaneity. You Become A Godlike Creature Full Or Choice, Free To Visit The Stately Pleasure Domes, Make Love In The Morning, Sketch A Bell Tower, Read A History Of Byzantium, Stare For One Hour At The Face Of Leonardo Da Vinci's 'madonna Dei Fusi.' You Open, As In Childhood, And--for A Time--receive This World. There's Visceral Aspect, Too--the Huntress Who Is Free. Free To Go, Free To Return Home Bringing Memories To Lay On The Hearth.

It's Kind Of Amazing That People Will Travel Because Of A Book. I Admire That.

Memory Is, Of Course, A Trickster.

The World Cracks Open For Those Willing To Take A Risk.