The Only Thing More Surprising Than The

Italy's Siren Call Lures Us More And More.

I'm Just Fascinated By Houses. In Another Life, I'd Have Probably Trained As An Architect. If I Had Enough Money, I'd Collect Them Like Other People Collect Teapots. I Don't Know Why I Love Them So Much. I'm Just Very Interested In The Idea Of A House As A Metaphor For The Way One Lives.

I Loved Every Place I Lived And Traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I Fell Hard For Central America And Mexico. In Each Country, I Had Fantasies That I Could Live There.

May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

One Of Those Flash Epiphanies Of Travel, The Realization That Worlds You'd Love Vibrantly Exist Outside Your Ignorance Of Them. The Vitality Of Many Lives You Know Nothing About. I Could Live In This Town, So How Is It That I've Never Been Here Before Today?