“She’d bought a black leather jacket from a stall on the Ponte Vecchio.” https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/05/11/while-my-daughter-is-in-surgery-i-think-about-a-night-in-a-hotel-in-florence-ellen-bass-poem?utm_campaign=dhvoante&utm_content=%3Cmedia_url%3E&utm_medium=social&utm_source=voante
