I knew Verona was going to be rather special. After all, it’s the setting for two of Shakespeare’s plays. And then there was my hotel, situated yards from the Adige river and bang opposite Sant’Anastasia, one of Verona’s...
It was almost complete. We’d spent two art lessons perfecting our papier mâché Vesuvius with chicken wire and a few card houses to represent the ill-fated Pompeii. Our teacher proudly brought it into the centre of the class....