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Take Your Pleasure
Please enjoy the following four chronological travel romances that moved me during a trip to Europe in the mid-nineteen eighties. The title of each story is named after the dominant object of my affection and further evoked by one of four senses.
Manuel
Some places announce themselves not by what you see, but by what you breathe in.
Sense of Smell
Spain and Portugal
Tristan
Paris slowed me down enough to feel things more naturally—his touch most of all.
Sense of Touch
France
David
This part of my journey became about seeing beauty—beyond expectation.
Sense of Sight
Italy
Carol
Greece unfolded through taste—of food, of pleasure, of the sweetness of friendship.
Sense of Taste
Greece
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