A Trevi-Certified Promise (On to Perugia)
After Rome, we went north to Perugia, the little Umbrian city that Christine had fond and formative experiences in before we met; it was quite touching to walk down the winding memory lanes in this medieval town with her, and since I had no points of reference or narratives of my own for this place, I found myself drawn to the Escher-like tangle of the urban fabric itself. There was something oddly satisfying about the way the layers of history here fit together all higgledy-piggledy like a complex contraption of stone and light. Walking around these narrow streets, I wondered … Continue reading “A Trevi-Certified Promise (On to Perugia)” →
