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....
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...
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...
I had been on vacation in Calabria for a few days, without too strict a schedule. I had chosen a quiet part of the Ionian coast to slow down, to read, to breathe. One...
When I received the call about a new acquisition in Rovereto, I did not yet know that I would cross the threshold of a house so full of potential. Arriving in front of the...
It is well known by now how much I love to travel and, above all, to observe. Work visits always turn out to be extraordinary opportunities to learn and experience fantastic...
It is a warm August day, and the sun is already shining high above Trento when I get on my bike. The morning air is still pleasantly fresh, and the quiet streets of the city...
Cabrio yellow beetle, music by Bob Marley, around us alternate shades of greenery, yellow and brown of the plowed and grown fields while above us the sky is sugar...