Even though new and trendy restaurants are blossoming aplenty in Tucson, there's still room for longstanding old-school fare. Like that offered here at Caruso's on 4th Avenue. I love their sign, standing proudly above all the hookah parlors, the head shops, the hipsters on the most unconventional thoroughfare in town. And I love the term "pizza pie," which is what we called it when I was growing up in New Jersey.
November 24, 2015
On every Windstar cruise we've been on, we've always met some extraordinarily nice people with whom to pal around. Like Marsha here, waving up to me from the pool deck. And, left of her, smiling Eve. And just in front of her, camera-shy Gail. (Have no idea who the woman in the foreground is.) All three of these London ladies had worked in the music industry (Chrissie Hynde, Pink Floyd) and had some wonderful tales. We were sure to see them each day at around 4pm when tea was offered. I remember hearing Gail say that she was going for a "cuppa" and a "bickie." Plus, they knew who my late friend Coral Browne was, so I could download all of my stories about her. Can't you tell from this photo how fun-loving they are?
November 23, 2015
I'd been to the Valley of the Temples twice before -- once on my own in 1984 and again with my friend Nick in 1988. But this time, a guided tour was offered gratis as part of our Sicily-Malta cruise on Windstar. It was a hot day. And our guide was a non-stop chatterbox. (Chiachiarone is one of the first words I learned in Italian, and it applied here. Or, as my friend Diane's late and beloved mother would say, "His mouth did not shut up.") It turned out to be a long day. Still, we did find the occasional bit of shade and the time to take a photo.
November 22, 2015
Dr. Jay (Julian) misses no opportunity to honor his patron saint. This time, at the university here in Sicily's second-largest city. And, what a coincidence, it looks as if San Giuliano's namesake palace was built in the very year of Dr. J's birth.