“The charm of certain vacant grassy spaces, in Italy, overfrowned by masses of brickwork that are honeycombed by the suns of centuries, is something that I hereby renounce once for all the attempt to express; but you may be sure that whenever I mention such a spot enchantment lurks in it.” —Henry James

We’ll not renounce it, yet know any and all such efforts inevitably will fall short of what Hank could come up with.