Slower Travel
Places I've gone, people I've seen, the odd thing that nearly knocked me over
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Where the snapping stops
In Naples I saw my first Maserati hearse. It was making its way slowly down a narrow cobbled street, mourners following slowly, solemnly in procession. I am always ready to be a respectful cortege onlooker. For one thing there’s the jolt, the reminder, as you’re going about your -
A life in colour
What counts as history? Anything and everything. It can be Big Bang and MAGA, it can be Einstein and Eric Trump. It can be an object lesson, it can be a chastening truth. What counts as history? What even is it? It can be, according to your mechanic, your gasket. -
No going back
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The one who left
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Making the most of it
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