Even a tourist can tell in a Roman street that he is in something and not outside of something as he would be in most cities. In Rome to go out is to go home.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
Shame can be self-indulgence too.
Doubt remains a luxury I won't do without.
Music or the color of the sea are easier to describe than the taste of one of these Armoricaines.
To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.