In our upcoming episode, we visit The Center at West Park’s Sanctuary Space for the concert and performance “In Sardinia in New York”. The event features the Polyphonic Pauliccu Mossa Choir Of Bonorva, Sardinia, along with American playwright and journalist Jeff Biggers, known for his book “In Sardinia”. Before the performance we talked to curator and creative producer from Sardinia, Valeria Orani and to Jeff Biggers
Listen to the full interview on Rick Steves Europe with Jeff Biggers, discussing In Sardinia. https://www.ricksteves.com/watch-read-listen/audio/radio
Originally appeared on nationally syndicated public radio program, Yale Climate Connections: Climate as Local Narrative
This commentary also appears on Tri States Public Radio
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