LUCY Flies Home
Love, Lucy, my novel-to-be, flew home this afternoon, freshly copyedited. I've saved a few hours this afternoon to dip back into the world of that novel--half Philadelphia, half Firenze--and to respond to the copyedits.
I thought I'd celebrate the occasion with some of my favorite photos from last summer's trip to Florence. What could be prettier than those dishes of candied flowerpetals, above? Or more enticing than the pastries below?
Answer: marzipan fruit. Nothing is simultaneously prettier or more enticing (or more European, festive, colorful) than a big old heap of marzipan fruit!
And now I disappear, for a little while at least, into the Florence in my mind. Arrivederci!