Since tomorrow is Friday, I don’t have to worry about how I will spend the next two days. I think Arcovazzi’s wife is angry with me because I am not afraid of her husband. After renting the Imperial Suite in the world’s most expensive hotel on the last night of the year, they are not anymore the same. But I don’t know why. And I feel lucky to not know what they know. So forget them, c’mon, and catch the last light of a winter’s evening dance class at Associazione Culturale “Il Delta della Luna”!
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Auguste Rodin, Terracotta sculptures, 1911. Photo © Joanne Shurvell, courtesy of Courtauld Gallery.
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