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Remember when I said that about the only thing I saw of note last time I passed through Como, back in ’82, from a train and on a misty day, was the chimney pots? Well, here’s a sample of chimney … Continue reading
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This from today’s The Star newspaper: “Give us RM 100,000 annually or we chop down all the trees near the water catchment areas in the state.” This was the threat Menteri Besar* Azizan Abdul Razak issued to the Federal Government. … Continue reading
1. There’s no water pressure to speak of, and the shower dribbles like a toothless old man.2. There’s a Plaintive Cuckoo calling in the garden and a Koel (another cuckoo species) trying to drown it out.3. I sweat sitting under … Continue reading
Once upon a time, there were six more or less middle-aged ladies who decided to go for a walk. They were from five different countries – the U.S., Israel, Scotland, Australia and Austria. They lived in five different countries (add … Continue reading
I’ll take a brief break from Como news just to mention the following. If you haven’t read anything about this issue, you ought to, because we authors are among the victims here, as are independent booksellers and ultimately you, the … Continue reading
Here’s some random pix (all mixed up) taken in Como town (first important in Roman times because of its strategic position, now having around 80,000 people). § A man scrubbing a window sill;§ The Basilica of San Fidele, just a … Continue reading
I am pretty much ignoring emails and comments for the time being as the cost of internet connection is utterly outrageous, so it I owe you an email, don’t expect to hear from me! In the meantime, here is the … Continue reading
There are times in life when you think you have been touched by the ultimate – the dew-drenched petals of a rose, the diamond sparkles on a spider’s web after rain, the joyous smile of happy child, the exuberance of … Continue reading
Buon giorno!I am in Como, Italy.And these are the views from our balcony/hotel window.And we didn’t get noramlyed once on the way, either.Of course, I am hugely hungover with jetlag, my pocket has a large hole in it, and internet … Continue reading
Well, I call it my garden, but it’s not really. It belongs to my husband, in that he’s usually the one who plants things. And he’s a ginger aficionado.The yellow and white delicate flowers belong to a rare ginger found … Continue reading