The opalescent splendor of the Bay of Naples is a subject which has tempted painters, poets, and mere pamphleteers for centuries.

If you go to France in April, you do not go merely to capture the charm of the horse chestnuts in bloom on the Champs Elysée. You are there at Easter, and in France, that is la première fête in the Christian year...

Notes on the bountiful gifts of the Tuscan fills and where to savor them in all their aristocratic simplicity.