“And this is Villa Oliviero?” I ask the taxi driver, quizzically eyeing the narrow lane ahead. It’s parked full of scooters and leading to seemingly never-ending stairs that disappear behind…
Amy looks up at the glass ceiling of the conservatory which is covered in little drops of rain at this point. She instinctively draws her robe a little tighter around…
“These two are next” Glynis said to me with a barely noticeable nod in the direction of Naomi and Mark cuddled up close. She has a knowing smile on her…