I don’t know about you, how could I, how could anyone, but here in Venice, where the architecture makes my heart pound, just walking up steps and down them? Basta cosi. I mean, right?
So as I read about Japan–“Ways of Remembering, Ways of Forgetting”–and look at the shapes, the limits of geometry are clear, and it’s no more than that.
Today it was a boat ride to Lido and a look at the villa we exchanged with many years ago. Strolls through Venezia. Back to alle testiere for truffles and soglia.
And guess what? Very good! Two more pieces sold on Japan: Whisky & Beef.
Talk about enough.