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Uncovering Verona.

Like people, we get to know places piece by piece. First, they show us what they want us to see. We are tourists, looking at the face of somewhere that’s fresh out the shower, preened and perfected. We’re charmed by its two-drink hilarity and accidental arm touches. It could do anything, and we’d forgive it;…

Dublin. A review of sorts.

There is something almost heart-warming about being thoroughly kicked about by a place. Despite the fact that Dublin served me beating after beating, and even in the midst of the belief that I could never enjoy it there, I wound up loving it even more for it. Go figure. Hit number one came in the form…