Last month, a nephew sent me a picture from inside the Uffizi, ya, all gold frames and crowds. You see, I told him, go find the small church near his hostel instead, where the light falls quiet on one painting. Art is like a good momo—best when it finds you hungry and leaves you full. Here, the only fresco I know is the steam on my kitchen wall when the old pressure cooker sings.
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