Osteria del Nonno, six pm, on the hills of Bologna. Being led blindfolded to a place whose geography and character you could not possibly suspect or hope for. Reconciled all at once with travel as a realm of possibility. The simplicity of it all. A rustic square, a late summer afternoon, wine, cheese, crescentine bread, and your own fragile family to close the circle of your world. “I was walking, sore-footed, under hot sun, hot pavements. Was it then I bought a peach? That's as I remember. From a stall near Charing Cross Station. It was the first fresh peach I had ever tasted. I could hardly believe how delicious. At twenty-five I was dumbfounded afresh By my ignorance of the simplest things.” (Ted Hughes, Full Bright Scholars).