These are just some of the gorgeous doors I found while strolling the streets of Havana. The styles, colors and textures are an endless visual delight.
Although my home isn't as adorable as these homes in Burano, it's good to be back with TB, my cat Six, and all that is comforting and familiar. I had a wonderful trip and I'm thrilled with the photographs I took. They'll be keeping me busy for many months to come.
But in the middle of this heat wave we're having, nostalgia is simmering and my lazy, hazy brain finds itself reminiscing, remembering and missing:
The colors! My God ... the colors! Pinks, yellows, peaches, blues, greens. Villages like Burano and those in Cinque Terre are works of art. The houses are the canvases onto which the most amazing colors have been painted and one feels as though one is walking through a dream.
Taking a vaporetto instead of the bus in Venice
Tagliatelle (pasta) with truffles
Cafe Americano con latte
The amazing croissants I ate every day for breakfast while in Tuscany
Tomatoes bursting with flavor
The gentle rolling hills of Tuscany
The chance to photograph such incredible beauty for hours each day