The Rossio, Lisbon
This morning we are in the studio, writing and catching up before we venture out into our city on a gorgeous spring day. We chat back and forth, and I tell Amy that where I would like to be today is Lisbon, strolling the city and sitting in a cafe near the Rossio. She thinks about this for a moment and then says that she would most like to return to Topkapi today, in Istanbul, and then stroll down the hill to the little place where we had lunch that day not so long ago.
The kitchens of Topkapi Palace, Istanbul
I am musing about our memories of distant places, known for a few hours and now lodged in our memories with images, smells, sounds, the slant of sunlight, a misty drizzle. And I am thinking about my sister, and brother-in-law, who are about to return to a place they know so well, Florence, to reconnect with their storehouse of memories of distant places. Our feet are getting itchy…
Out into the city!