a visit to ray

brian has been bemoaning the fact that the home of his old friend, fantasy writer, ray bradbury, in california has just been demolished...

here i am sitting on the famous mail box at 10265 cheviot drive back in 2003 and having a chat with the great man himself...

homeward bound

so our christmas and new year holiday is at an end and hippolyta and i will soon be heading homeward...

here we are on the roof terrace of our apartment with a little waif and stray we've adopted from the san marco abandoned hippo pound. wonder how he'll take to life in england? h and i will raise him together, turn and turn about. i'm sure he'll have warm welcome at the ascot hippodrome...

all good things...

...and, as i keep telling hippolyta, the memories will live on – indeed, i shan't be in the least surprised if she doesn't write it all up as a sensationally bestselling memoir.  

last evening brian and david went to something called mass at the big church in saint mark's square while we chilled out under the christmas tree which will, of course, be coming down tomorrow...

the romance of venice

hippolyta and i drinking in the idyllic romance of venezia as we gaze, at sunset, at the basilica santa maria della salute on the grand canal...

buon anno

happy new year from hippolyta and me in venice...