Letters
Letter from Italy
by Michael Shmith •
Italy is best appreciated at ground level. Flying is irritatingly swift and flattens out the view. Walking is treacherously risky. Bus travel is unendurably cramped and tedious. Driving is unreasonably dangerous. The finest, and to me the only, way to experience Italy in all its depths and glories is to negotiate it by train. Besides, European trains are in a class of their own (conditions apply; read on).
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