Home to Dome

Florence in January is balmy, damp and what Italians call ‘cold,’ but for me, coming from Toronto it felt like early spring. With two days to find an apartment, I quickly settled into a little attic place just east of the Cupola and Santa Maria del Fiore. The...

Against the odds

  We don’t always know why we do something. Sometimes, we know only that we have to do it. That is why I am in Florence. Twenty months ago, I was sitting in a sauna at a health club in downtown Toronto. That’s where I met an 85-year-old structural engineer...