Standing on top of a little mountain overlooking Pushkar, I had an expansive view of the little Indian city. There was the holy lake, surrounded by frosty white temples and ghats sloping gently down to the water. There was the dense jumble of low buildings lining the long main street. And on the western edge of town that gives way to desert, there was what appeared to be a flea circus in full swing...click here to continue
"Violet haired, pure, honey-smiling Sappho.”
So her poet friend, Alcaeus, called her.
We stood alone upon the promon-tory where the acropolis of the ancient town of Assos stood, a little to the south of the Dardanelles and Troy...click here to continue
