Sarnano Stories: From Time To Time
An expat explores the streets of the medieval center of Sarnano, whose real attraction is the local people.
Sarnano Rest
About a war veteran and a past that keeps returning.
Hats and Ghosts
A moving story of hats, ghosts, photos, memories, affections and Italy.
The Song Of Sarnano
Strangers come for the day and do not hear that Sarnano is special in ways that many towns do not share. The resident was going to try to explain the sound and silence to his young friend.
The Woman Across The Cortile
Her name is unknown to me. But I enjoy the sight of her in the window and the shadow dance as she crosses the room. It’s not affection, but comfort and association, the sharing of town, time and pain.
The Woman Who Lives Below
A newspaper reported that an unknown woman from another century wandered casually and with elegance through Sarnano. A witness said she seemed to be an apparition.
Sarnano’s Room
There is magic in the town of Sarnano and, as men imagine, a sense of forever.
Dreams of Christmas Eve
In Sarnano's centro storico it is quiet, dark and cold at the end of December. Lamps are turned off to save electricity. Strands of light from the television seep into the kitchen. A man prepares the Christmas Eve dinner...
Signpost On The Road To Sarnano
A border surrounds and marks the shrine. It has become a signpost, a place to turn when you want to find the family style restaurant up the hill on the rutted gravel road.
The Sarnano Man
The man never offered his name. The closest I ever had to a conversation was to say good morning. He did not acknowledge or seem to hear.