New month, same ole nostalgia. Stay tuned for photos and memoires of my trip to the Amalfi Coast in Italy, starting with Sorrento, journeying on to Marciano, another stop in Sorrento, a redux of my favorite moments in Positano (because you can never have too much Positano), and a roller coaster of a day on the island of Capri.
Those stories and more to come, as I have time to share them (hopefully sometime this month, if the creek don’t rise).
Today I’ll leave you with the verse that inspired the name of this blog, and kept running through my head during this entire Women’s Walkabout Part Deux, from one of the greatest poems by one of the greatest writers I’ve ever encountered:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
~ T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock”
Muttering Retreats 