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The steak I can't remember

I went to Siena to verify a book, and spent the day proving it right. What I actually remember is the heat, the wine, a steak I can't place — and the girl walking patiently behind me.

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The climb I didn't do again

Vignola built a road to make the climb compulsory. Four centuries later, two helmets and a lazy Sunday defeated it. On knowing the right way — and taking the easy door anyway.

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The doors we locked in Todi

A improvised trip, a suite too big, and a night spent locking every door — after writing a piece about thresholds as invitations. On doors that open and doors that defend.

Civita di Bagnoregio stands on a tufa hill inside a deep green valley, surrounded by clay calanchi under a bright blue sky with white clouds.

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The question of the bridge

I went back to Civita with my daughter. She ran across the bridge; I walked behind, asking why we keep building bridges toward a city that is disappearing.

Orvieto Cathedral side view: Distinctive zebra-striped marble wall with tall ornate Gothic spire, arched windows, and distant clock tower against blue sky.

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One step to the side

Four visits to Orvieto, and I'd never seen it. Then I took one step to the side — and the whole building changed. On why this blog begins from the wrong angle.