Changing zip codes every day? But of course! Folding your mirrors to squeeze through narrow lanes? Sign us up. Eating unidentified animal parts? Why not? But sorting out the trash in Sardinia? You’d need a Ph.D. for that!
Driving Italy is the irreverent memoir of our winter chasing the sun from Paris to Corsica, Sardinia, and Sicily, fighting Covid, the GPS, and each other, and falling in love with Italy.
If you like adventure, spunky non-heroes, and taking the road less traveled, you’ll love our travel adventure.
Poster with the fire that consumed Notre Dame’s spire.
The Paris Catacombs, a city of bones.
Omaha Beach’s forest of white crosses.
In Bretagne, even cats have an attitude.
The Bayeux tapestry.
Van Gogh’s landscape
The cheese menu at St. Emilion’s Le Bis.
Sainte Chapelle’s marvelous stained glass.
Monet’s Impression, Soleil Levant.
Anne de Bretagne in Dinan’s cathedral.
Dinan’s cobbled winding streets.
Mont Ste. Victoire, Cezanne’s nemesis.
A wine list like no other.
The poppies we bought at Van Gogh’s old asylum.
Sicily’s incredible mosaics.
Catania’s fish market directed by Alfred Hitchcock.
Cefalu’s ancient public laundry.
The fountain of shame.
Matera’s stone carved dwellings
Civita de Bagnoregio
Todd’s deli department
Corse plate de degustation
Sardinia’s chocolate festival.
One of Agrigento’s many temples.
And her breathtaking landscapes.
Palermo’s palace gilded chapel.
Lecce’s poxed statues.
And one of the ancient trullis, restored.