Venice. Autumn, With someone I loved madly. And yet Plinky gives me a map of San Francisco.

The holiday I most relive in my mind-

A hotel on the Grand Canal, across from Harry's Bar. Moonlit dinners on the terrace with Santa Maria di salute gleaming across the water. Strolls through the alleys and byways. Restaurant orchestras in St Mark's Square playing tango music at night. The vaporetto to the cemetery island to pay my respects to Ezra Pound.