I came home from Buenos Aires missing the lazy days, sweet weather, and Argentine wine. But, as always, I took solace in the “treasures” I found in the lovely antiques market.  My first project was to transform the handmade keys I found -- many of them almost rusted...

The flea market in Rome reflects the city itself:  The predictable chaos; entangled paths that seem to function somehow; distinguished beauty under diverse layers; people who walk slowly while smoking and shoving and others who make Italy the object of fantasies.
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