This Land Was An Enigma. It Was

A Soup Like This Is Not The Work Of One Man. It Is The Result Of A Constantly Refined Tradition. There Are Nearly A Thousand Years Of History In This Soup.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.

I Wondered If The Life That Was Right For One Was Ever Right For Two!

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

No Nation Has Ever Produced Great Art That Has Not Made A High Art Of Cookery, Because Art Appeals Primarily To The Senses.