|Via Cavalieri. A lot of the streets in Pisa are narrow .|
|Yes, Pisa is in Tuscany.|
India wasn't that doable, because for one thing, it's too hot and for another no one else wanted to go besides herself and she wasn't about to go on her own. But Tuscany! Now, that was everybody's idea of romance and good food and wine. B&B's perched on mountaintops, olive groves stretching down the valley into the sunset, winding mountain roads, and Yves, our imbibing French friend-chauffeur whom we had befriended on our first trip to Mougins, in the south of France, on the Mediterranean. That was ready made romance.Not Yves, I meant Tuscany .
|Yves, always cheerful|
|With Sambo, our lovable driver and guide. That's me, one of his escorts.|
Entrance to the temple is behind us.
|The beautiful soloist Temple dancer .|
|Temple dancers in Batubulan. Dancing|
|The outside of the jewelry shop owners' home|
|Wedding picture of the young couple who owned the|
gold and silver shop. I had to photograph it (with his
permission). They are so beautiful.
|Peaceful Balinese village. We left Bali regretfully. The concensus was: 'I could live here.'|