The magic of Italy has bewitched me again. I am dazzled by the colors, entire blocks of golden sun trapped in the plaster of buildings. Rows and rows of windows with shutters. Thresholds tall enough for giants to pass through, with doors of thick wood and heavy metal knockers guarded by the faces of lions and mythical creatures held under spells that will come to life and bite your hand if you are foe and not friend.
