I've been gone ... I know.
But the doors through which I entered were so magical and astonishing, so lovely and dreamlike that I have wondered how I could bring just a bit of the fairy dust that showered me your way.
Last week I was invited to a concert in Geneva, with Mozart that would melt your heart. It did mine.
Would you like to see pictures of the ancient church in the country that gave agonizing birth to luscious strains of music on a cold and snowy night?