It’s April 17th and 79° in New York City. On days when it’s warm and sunny, but the air is still crisp and fresh, I think of Cinque Terre. They say smell is our sense most closely linked to memory, and while that at times is certainly accurate, it has never been true of my memories of Liguria. They are always elicited by the sunshine and the breeze.
All photos my own, 2008.