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 tomatoes, and laughed with all her young wrinkles. He bought a kilo of cherries, offered them to her, and said: “One day I’ll take you to see the sea from my house.” She laughed,...
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...
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...
Just a stone´s throw from the quiet bend of the Panaro River, where the echoes of river commerce still seem to whisper among the waters, lies a unique opportunity: not just a...
We discovered Bagolino, this town with a funny name, almost by chance, driven by the desire for a quiet vacation but full of authentic beauty. This enchanting village, nestled...
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...
What could be better than starting the summer season by visiting what could become your seaside villa? The location is definitely one of the first things to evaluate and here´...