We have a very enjoyable evening at Dionisio in Florence, the winter drizzle is forgotten, work is hardly mentioned and we're transported back to Santorini and Ithaka as we dine on Ambrosia and nectar with the gods...
End of Book 8
'I follow nature without being able to grasp her, and this river that flows returns, one day green, another yellow and tomorrow it'll be a torrent.'
Monet
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