In 1947 Marilyn Monroe, then a little known Hollywood starlet, won a curious contest: she was crowned the first “Artichoke Queen of Castroville, California,” a town that called itself the artichoke capital of the world.
Which is what Harold told me yesterday, after admiring my most recent photographic study, this one of various flowers and vegetables. I suspect the professor’s reference to this arcane tidbit was part of his strategy to distract me from my ongoing obsession with Vittoria and the Maria Marrella connection.
Sylvia, too, keeps hinting that perhaps it’s time for me to move on to a different subject. She has one in mind, but I’m resisting it. Or I should say her.
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