In Florence Sean and I skirted the Duomo, kissed above the city, and drove like hell through its crazy streets the night before meeting up with my old friend in Paris – Elinor and I were classmates at Stoneleigh Burnham school in Massachusetts. I visited her in Germany on my whirlwind European vacation when I was seventeen and she spent a week in San Francisco with me the same year. Amazing to see her again. More on that visit soon, I hope!
Oh, I’m in love. Sean gifted me this Dante book with the words “Jalina and Sean visit Florence” pricked into the title page. I love the accidental braille on the back side of the inscription. When I die one day this’ll turn up in a used bookshop – perhaps the Oxfam shop on St. Giles in Oxford where I used to volunteer.