Memories in Words and Pictures
I've always felt a little out of step with general opinion thanks to my ability to take or, quite happily, leave Venice. My sister for one is aghast at my inability to appreciate this favourite city of hers and I must confess that I have felt slightly ashamed and embarrassed from time to time. For... Continue Reading →
I remember the first night when we all politely offered our names and made other banal conversation. We progressed from that through places we had lived, countries we had visited and jobs we had held to discussing tragedies and difficulties in our lives and those two no-go areas: politics and religion. Through it all we... Continue Reading →
Jane's Picture Journal 