ONE: LECCE For whatever reason they call it Florence of the South, but Lecce is a different kind of magic. Lecce is pure Baroque excess: hot, theatrical, playful, sensual. The local pietra leccese stone is so soft it practically begs to be carved, and architects went wild: cherubs tumble, columns twist, saints float mid-air, facades ripple like stage curtains. Santa Croce is the delirium of it all, Piazza Duomo the perfect backdrop – you simply cannot be a saint here. And when the sun goes down, the city doesn’t dim, it glows. On a stage as big as your ego and as daring as your secret desires, you are the…
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wisdom comes in improbable places
You think the Brits don’t have it in their blood, le cool, l’extraordinaire? Think again, you lovers of the avant-garde. Here is some London intelligence that I brought with me from my last outing If the planet was to choose one capital, it should be London I love it every time, each time for the old reasons and for some new reasons. You can never be bored, you can never be wrong in London. It is always worth it, even for a two night stay, a walk and an evening show. Resist and you’ll regret In London wisdom came to me in the most improbable of places. Like this wonderful…