Cemetery scenes are an important part of my story. My mother would take us on picnics to Oakland and since then, they have always been one of my favorite places of resting and thinking. San Michele did not disappoint. We arrived there an hour before a light rain and spent our time searching for Ezra Pound and Stravinsky’s grave sights. The failure to find them didn’t really matter in the end because we discovered so many other sights along the way. One scene was in the lush corner where Pound supposedly rests, a mother sea gull was watching over the two fledglings who were trying clumsily to earn their right to fly. I kept my distance (but am fairly certain that is where Pound was hiding).
Anyway, again, due to time and brain strain, just click on the URL below to see the pictures. The first few pictures are of Murano, the land of the lovely glass. It warrants more said and documented about it, but I have a token I wear around my neck of that place.