Or how Princess Di helped me become a storyteller

photo by Ellen Shapiro

Although I associated it with writers, once among the world’s most brilliant, who drank themselves into self-parody and premature death, Via Margutta was my favorite street in Rome. Not that I’d been there more than twice before. But both times I made a point of walking down that beautiful ancient street and looking very carefully at Number 30, the balcony where — if what Truman…