Once upon a time, there was a little boy who, when it came to bedtime stories, preferred those about stone and memories. While others dream of princes and dragons, he dreamed...
Cesena, March 17, 1855 Dearest Cousin Clelia, I hope this mine may find you in perfect health. I would like, with a heart filled with joy and admiration, to tell you about a...
The villa appears almost without warning, as the road gently winds its way up through the hills of Petacciato. The sea stretches out in the distance like the backdrop of an oil...
In Moniga del Garda, where time seems to slow down and the light from the lake caresses everything, stands a villa that is more than just a home: it is a place for the soul....
There is a place in the hills of Modica where time has stood still. Not in the sense that nothing happens, on the contrary. But there, the days flow slowly, to the rhythm of...
I still remember the day I went to the movies with my mother to see Titanic. Sitting next to her, as the screen filled with majestic images and intertwined destinies, I had the...
My name is Augusto; I’m from Rome, and I’ve been walking for seven days. All I carry with me is a tattered cloak, a jug of wine, and the promise I made to Bacchus: to reach...
Our fall Saturday begins with a stroll through the fall colors in Bassano del Grappa, a charming medieval town located in the province of Vicenza. This is the month of fall...
Today’s offer is a unique opportunity for sports enthusiasts who want to turn their passion into a business venture.At Passo Zambla—a crossroads at 1,246 meters above sea...
He had his hands dirty with lime and salt, she had hair scented with sea breeze. They had met at the market in Rosignano, on a spring Saturday. She sold olives and dried...