Fish-philes know that sometimes my travel sketches aren't journal entries so much, but sketches I did while traveling. These pages fall into that category.
On the left, a sketch evocative of all the passageways in Milan I adored, but beyond, a village that is more based on my memory of an Alpine village.
On the right, wasn't really meant to be anything. But the more I looked at it, the more it struck me that it feels (not looks) like my mom to me. Cheerful and vibrant and perhaps a bit excessive.