Ah, Venizia, bella. The memories that you bring back with you are glorious, indeed. A fitting stage, perhaps, for the story that spawned this day. A fine bottle of Rosso di Montalcino, perhaps, to commemorate Valentinus.

How ironic, that the patron saint of love was such an unschooled, clumsy lover. Perhaps the day of Lupercalia would be more to ( Read more... )