‘Things can not be bought; you can only live them.’ A plane, a train, an automobile, and finally, an Aperol Spritz on my balcony overlooking the sea in Santa Maria di Castellabate, a concealed ornament sparkling on the Cilento coast within the province of Salerno, one of the most remote and beautiful parts of Campania, …
I’m sitting in the beating heart of London, surrounded by the opulent decoration and decadence of what could be the hall of mirrors in the Palace of Versailles. The walls are gilded with gold, and ornate chandeliers add elegance and a dazzling effect. The mirrors reflect light, casting golden hues. The soft lighting, reminiscent of …
As the historic steam locomotive, ‘The Earl,’ left the station, the chugging sound gradually increased. It can only be described as a child making a woo-woo sound—and let’s admit it, most adults do that, too. The station master blew his whistle, and a cloud of steam appeared. I’m on one of the great little trains …