Inside The Ghetto

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  1. Our new cleaner informed me that he hadn’t noticed your profile for some time, but – he’s just a dumb program !
    I can observe that you are out travelling Europe and other places and – of course, you haven’t got the time for surfing whilst travelling. However, it’s starting to be a number of pictures you haven’t seen, which ,of course, gives you something to look forward to 🙂
    Enjoy yourself. The time for rocking chairs comes early enough in life.
    Cheers.

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    1. You have a cleaner? That is interesting 🙂 I shall pop by yours soon enough, Svein, and update myself with your skillfully captured photographs. I am in India right now and there is always someplace to be. I hope I never settle for a rocking chair long enough even when the time comes. But who knows 🙂 Cheers.

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      1. India is a facinating country – and very large!
        I’ve been there at least a couple of dozen times, but that’s way back in time. And most geographical names have changed since then.
        Spend your time wisely and always have a camera handy!

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      2. I remember our conversations about your experiences in Calcutta. You would find it quite modern and yet its core is old. Some of the bad habits of Calcuttans of throwing things on roadsides still exist which would disgust anyone but I hope to live that in my lifetime I see a change for the better.
        Otherwise I am living through my tastebuds and camera 🙂 Cheers.

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  2. You will receive no hurrahs from me, I hate to tell you. I can hear about your Italian adventures any day…Lol. Will be lovely to hear about your stay in India though. So you are still there, how wonderful. Enjoy Arundhati. Xx

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  3. I lived in an appartement within Via Beatrice Cenci. Just outside the Ghetto. so many memories. Thank you, Dotty. I have loved this series, of course, your pictures your prose just perfect. I have nothing to add – it has been so evocative, I will. Now close my eyes and dream of a time long ago and far away and pledge to return (after all I did throw my coin in the fountain before I left ?) xx

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    1. That is a beautiful quarter, Osyth, and your road is clearly dedicated to a woman who had a colourful history to pep it up. You must have so many memories of the Ghetto and I bet you could write a massive post on it even more evocatively. Mine is but a mere drop.
      I am certain you shall get back to it at some point in time for when the heart has made a home somewhere it tends to return. xx

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      1. The appartment was in her house. It was fabulous and I will write about it some time. Beatrice Cenci proved to be quite an inspiration to me over the years. xx

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  4. Such an interesting and though provoking post as always! That poem really does convey the sense of the place and how its history must have been very apparent during your trip. I loved reading all of your posts about Italy (and of course, seeing the beautiful photographs) and cannot wait to see what you bring out next 🙂 xox

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    1. You are quite on point about the brooding feel of the quarter in Venice. I suppose it is that which attracts me when we go anywhere and chance upon Jewish neighbourhoods. One of my favourite Jewish quarters is that in Girona where you wander around mesmerised by the quiet and haunting beauty of it. The houses that the Jews abandoned a long time ago, still remain eerily empty.

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  5. I could almost taste that “pizza” slice, which sounded more like dessert than pizza. Your pictures are fabulous, and I loved how you described the history within the walls of this neighborhood.

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  6. I’ve heard of this pizza, actually, though I always heard it referred to as Pizza Ebraica. I did a quick search, and sure enough, you can find a lot of recipes for it. I’ve always wanted to try it. Reminds me of a more bread-like version of biscotti, which of course, sounds right up my alley.

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  7. “The woman at the till, her hair tucked carefully into a plastic cap, doled out a rectangular piece of dense cake which tasted more like a biscuit as the moreish taste of raisins, almonds and dried fruits came together in a a perfect ménage à trois of sorts. Then the beauty of butter. Eternity is encapsulated often within the briefest of moments.” …. !!!! Dippy-Dotty Girl, your writing is amazing! I hope you are working on, or considering, a book or some publication. I know you’ve been a journalist, so of course you have experience with writing, but when I read this post I was just transported to that place you were describing. So wonderful.

    Oh! Back to India! Looking forward to hearing about your adventures there, especially because going back to one’s family home as an adult is always an adventure, I think. haha. xx

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    1. Really Theresa and I mean it when I say this that you make my day by giving me the assurance that I should consider writing one. I am in the middle of something hopefully fruitful. Thank you for indulging me by reading. 🙂 xx

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      1. Of course! I’m just continually amazed and inspired by the lovely and apt descriptive passages in your work, and also the poignant and relevant personal musings that accompany them. What a wonderful combination! xx

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