A Mandarin duck, curled up to sleep, looking more like some very exotic urn than a living creature.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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- Saturday reflections
- Welcome to the working week
- Sunday bird blogging
- Welcome to the working week
- The Alps from the air
- The mind is an ancient and famous capital
- House of Augustus
- Aftermath of the ides of March
- Rubble
- The other Rome
- Spanish Steps
- Casa di Keats
- Saintly voyeurs
- Roman fashion
- Rome, Day 2
- House of Livia
- Never look an Ingresso Gratuito in the mouth
- In which I attempt to visit the Palatine Hill
- Rome
- Arrivederci Venezia
- La vita in rosa
- Say a prayer to St Anthony
- Celebration
- Palazzo del Bo
- Padova
- Why I don't live in Venice
- An evening stroll through the campo
- Campo Santa Margherita
- Living statue
- Dorsoduro dog
- A bracing dose of modernism
- Morning reflections
- My own private Venice
- Grand Canal
- What news on the Rialto?
- Typical calles
- Canals and campos and calles, oh my!
- Venezia
- War zone
- Stones
- Dalmatian farm life
- Master Radovan
- Trogir Cathedral
- Trogir
- Split
- Maltese
- From the ramparts
- Return to Malta
- Field trip
- Let sleeping ducks lie
- Birds of Paradise
- Palm trees
- Cartagena
- If you see Morocco, I know you'll go in style
- Gibraltar
- Rough passage
- Adeus Lisboa
- More faces of Lisbon
- Faces of Lisbon
- Lattes in Lisbon
- Belem
- Restaurante Alfaminha
- Azulejos in Alfama
- Largo das Portas do Sol
- Alfama
- Portuguese
- Azulejos
- Campo Pequeno
- Lisbon, take two
- Fado
- Lisbon
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