...here's one from Giuseppe Verdi's estate, Sant'Agata, visited last month.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Boat
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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