Montebello Villa Hotel: Its Lines and their Subtlety
October 20, 2012
On November, on Pretenses
November 1, 2012
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.—Virginia Woolf, “To the Lighthouse”
