What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.
Category Archives: POSTCARDS
[Sometimes the planets align, and you find yourself inhabiting a perfectly “typical” moment in a perfectly “typical” place. And so it was in this instance. Long September shadows. Cobblestone street. A chef outside his restaurant talking to a Mediterranean beauty. … Continue reading
If you’re like me and I’m betting you are, you’re finding these last two weeks before Christmas just a little bit much. Do, do, do. Rush, rush, rush. Work work work. Be all things to all people while neglecting your … Continue reading
[With the incessant rain, cold and greyness, a little silliness is definitely in order. That, and the unavoidable cliché: HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU KID!] Have a lovely day. I hope you are all squinting your eyes against a warm, benevolent … Continue reading
[Spotted today under the rain—school boys in their black and white uniforms inside the “Scuola-in-tram,” a tram that tours the city giving school children glimpses of their own history. Particularly love the wistful children staring out of the window past … Continue reading
First thing this morning, almost, I went downtown to the Picasso exhibit at the Palazzo Reale. Even though it doesn’t include “Guernica,” the show starts with a massive projection of the piece in the amazing Sala delle Cariatidi, the Caryatid … Continue reading