Stuff in the Basement

There's always a gap, always a space, always an opening for us, for the reader. There has to be: art suggests; it doesn't preach. ...

When it came time to play them, we couldn't help wonder what the Catholics were thinking when they named the school "Immaculat...

By all accounts, the man had to have been that most difficult of combinations: someone who simply could not abide authority, nor those ...

The crowds in Rome are massive. In the Sistine Chapel, of all places, for the very first time in my life, I felt what the Dutch call bena...

"You really should see it," the guy said. "It's the most beautiful place in Florence, especially at sundown.  It...

The riddle it begs seems a no-brainer, or so I thought when I stumbled on this charmer at the end of a tour through the Borghese Gallery,...

The monument to the doge Giovanni Pesaro, in this church, is a curiosity in the way of mortuary adornment. It is eighty feet high and is ...

It's a bit of a strange juxtaposition--or at least I thought it so when we walked up--the cross standing here above the arena of th...

It ranks--this one does--with the best shots I took in Italy, not because it's technically perfect  (it isn't) but because ther...

Magnificence abounds in old Italy, an ancient world so far beyond imagination that you don't really see it per se--you step through s...

This isn't my picture. I didn't take it--I picked it up from Pinterest. It's taken inside the incredible Gothic cathedral...