Milan railway station in the middle of the day. Note the traditional sister on the lower right, and the mural above the "Exit " sign. Such splendid Mussolini era architecture but imposssible to get a train out; holiday weekend, strike, who knows what.
Evening.......in the same place
Me fallen down in despair behind the leather workshop behind S. Croce.
I rather like the knobby, ugly, step-cousin of a toad-skin pumpkin on the lower left.
Orange caulifower -- what a color combination.
A last gasp of summer blooms - dahlias and cosmos. And a group of people knitting outside and spinning wool and carding in a rustic fashion, and dyeing with vegetables.
So I immediately had to knit a hat which Henry didn't think much of. But many thanks to Tracy and Denise for being so helpful and encouraging. Knitting is splendidly theraputic and thrilling.
And what on earth do you do with quince? Yes, yes, quince jelly I'm sure. But then what. But how picturesque they are -- grabbed straight out of a Dutch painting. And Peter Quince in A Midsummer Night's Dream .
Just finished Penelope Mortimer's Daddy's Gone A-Hunting. The most chilling book I've read for ages but an excellent read.
The bus, on the whole, is not a stunning photo op.
I always carry a book, but reading on the bus is les satisfactory than reading on a train. Not to mention the cell phone conversations one would miss........like the girl who left her credit card in a bar...........
Anyway, here we are speeding through New Jersey......
.....heading for Manhattan as night falls.
The whole sky catches on fire.
We do not notice the flying saucer until we get home......