Alibaug brings to me a picture of Arabian Nights, mainly Aladdin on his magic carpet drifting through the wind, above Alibaug’s rocky, sandy shores, and dense woods. Perhaps he did. […]
Read more »I stopped short, awed by the sheer magnificence of the monument in front of me. It was colossal, and in the early morning sun, it literally shone. I had always […]
Read more »I ran my hand over the sandstone pillars, slightly awed by their grandeur. Intricate carvings and geometric floral designs were etched into the stone. Despite the afternoon heat outside, it […]
Read more »There is music in the winds of Le Marche. Undulating hills, emerald green carpets of grass, and dancing wildflowers are abundantly seen in Le Marche or the Marches; Italy’s secret […]
Read more »I am eternally beholden to Naples. Indeed, many of us are. Pizza has been my saviour many times, in sickness and in health, in many outings with friends, and at […]
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