Inside St. Agnes, where Bernini’s Ecstasy of St. Theresa lives. No crude jokes, please. There were so many idiots snapping guaranteed-shitty on-camera flash pictures of the sculpture that I couldn’t bring myself to become one […]

Michelle rocks in mismatched socks! 

It’s a cold evening in Montepulciano, and everyone’s a little cranky and I’ve got the Lomo. We find a great restaurant and that fixes everything.