May 16, 2015
My Driver and Me
So here’s what happens:
Sometimes I ask my driver to stop at what I consider to be a particularly lovely spot. For example, we find a quiet agricultural scene in the mountains and a lakeside retreat.
Occasionally my driver will insist on taking me to an important site. The ancient city of Apollonia is his choice today. The Greek columns are grand, of course, but I continue to be enthralled by the sculptures. How is it possible to convert a hunk of solid marble into a costume of diaphanous gauze?