At lunchtime, Jann and I grabbed a seat next to a long table with twenty-six kids (ages 8 to 12) who were all munching on what looked like hot dogs and mashed potatoes. Knives and forks were employed and the chatter, while animated, never really required adult intervention. The treat of the meal was a tray of chocolate gelato cones …
I knew from the second the sun peeked above the sea that this was the day to finish the next great novel. Ideas were flooding my early-morning brain. I could hardly wait to open my laptop. Oh, I have mail. After a couple of cups of coffee I think I hear the suggestion of a walk around Cap Ferrat. Wait… …