
Some weeks ago, I was invited to a sailing school inauguration party: laughter, sailing theory games, and alcohol—because sailors always like to be associated with pirates
Walking down the old brick corridor between the small library and the scholars’ classroom, I saw the usual school prints with nautical maps, old sail-race photos in black and white, points-of-sail diagrams, postcards from Sardinian harbours—the usual good things you find in such charming seaside places.
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