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A Room With A View: Dining As Italians Do

There’s a place in Tuscany, high in the verdant hills over Florence that truly understands the art of dining.

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Ten Nights at the Hotel Murat

In the 17th century a steady stream of English gentry would don heavy linens, fill their wallets with Daddy’s money and make an educational rite of passage through Europe. The Hotel Palazzo Murat, nestled in the green culdera of Positano’s bosom is the sort of place they would end up, and so it seems, have […]

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I have one thing left

I have one thing left; a fridge. It is the last remaining testament to a life of ‘owning’ things. Little does the fridge know however, as it unassumingly chills my wine and cheese, that it too will go. You see I’m 38 and I’ve just sold everything I own.

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If I Died Tomorrow

My hairdresser spotted it. She always does. She’s more like a scalp-savant than a hairdresser. “Brooke, have you experienced a traumatic event recently, say, perhaps a month ago?” Kate can read my head as a clairvoyant reads a crystal ball so I knew that there had to be some truth to her suggestion. Actually yes… […]

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The slow mood movement

I had thought he was dead. The first time that I had seen the old man he had been sleeping in a chair near a tractor outside my cottage on the hill overlooking Florence. Such was the busy-ness of my-life-left-behind that I automatically assumed a man sleeping during the day must be dead. Or pretty […]

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