The Florentine football team got well and truly shafted. For the umpteenth time. In Parma. On 24 February.
Nostalgia Toilet Water
The road to hell is paved with ironic knick-knacks - treasured by people who ought to know better.
Rosemarie Mulcahy, a distinguished historian of Spanish and Italian art - and a dear friend - died on 5 September 2012. Today, marking the first anniversary, there will be a memorial celebration at 1:30 pm at Newman House, St. Stephen's Green, Dublin.
I am grateful to have seen Rosemarie barely two weeks before her stunningly unexpected death. She and her husband Seán always spent a week in August with friends at Castiglioncello, on the Tuscan coast. So I popped down for lunch, from my home in Florence.
It was a very pleasant lunch, on a terrace overlooking the sea—but just a lunch. We were old friends who had hung out together countless times in the past and we fully expected to continue doing so in the future. Rosemarie and I talked mostly about her many plans—for publications, travel and a prestigious lecture tour in Spain.
Now a year has passed—but can any of us believe it? I am still not ready to think of Rosemarie Mulcahy in the past tense.
Bloggers around the world focus attention on the Detroit Institute of Arts - and its current plight.
"You can only sell a unique work of art once. Then you don't have it any more and you never will and you are poorer forever."
For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by the turbulent relationship between Michelangelo Buonarroti and the Medici rulers of Florence. And in a few days, I will be beginning a speaking tour on this very topic. This will take me to Detroit (9 March), Toronto (12 March), London, Ont. (13 March) and Chicago (21 March). Then later, who knows where else?! If you live in those parts of the world, it would be great to meet you! See below for the relevant times and places.