Articolo: CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER THREE
Palm leaves sparkle in the breeze and my shutters are flung open. The air smells hot. Fragrant flowers bloom wide, declaring their place. It's positively primeval.
My plan? Get lost on cobblestones and narrow stairs that lead to the hidden courtyard entrance of my destiny. Silk scarf and a paper fan are my welcome companions.
For all the wishful packing it's the workhorses I needed, the ones who survive the heat and feel appropriately elsewhere.
Slits are high and necklines plunge. Naked, nearly naked, you make the call.
