I check into the Sheraton, have my makeup and hair done at a spa in Shepherd’s Market, and slip into Margie’s gown. The tailor in Bourton had done a wonderful job; the dress fits like it was made for me. When a car from the Palace pulls around to collect me, I can’t help f...
The next day, I leave for London feeling slightly panicked. My flight departs two and a half hours late, and I worry that I’ll miss my tight connection to Edinburgh. Sure enough, I do miss the flight. I stand in line at the ticket counter at Heathrow and wait patiently. Wh...
It just goes to show that so much can happen in a few months, I think, as I nose the Punto into early Saturday market traffic heading for Rupa’s rescue. In the last month, the court has dropped everything against Alice, recognizing that she was innocent in the whole sale of Ca’ Buschi. Signor di ...