viola's people watching blog
My rose bush of little white roses, a hybrid variety, forced into domestication, to sprout flowers perfectly shaped and to blossom in spring and early summer…has succumbed to the call of its untamed beginnings. Under the Cretan sky with the frigid breath of the icy mountain ridges and the salty […]
Two weeks before Christmas I was soaking up all that festive cheer, sauntering in the streets and stopping in front of shop windows and admiring the season’s apparel on skinny, long-legged, small-waisted manikins. They were wrapped in clothes of emerald green, the ones that glide over your body as you […]