“So, what wonder are you promising us today, Katharina? my brother asked me on the fourth day of our family holiday at the Villa Valmarana.
– Well, today I suggest we get romantic and head for the hometown of Romeo and Juliet…” Continue Reading →
True, I may have a slight tendency to use superlatives when I write, talk or dream about Italy. Superlatives which, however, needless to say, are always well-founded and fully justified!
Here is another verifiable superlative which I’d like to expand upon today in this article: Italy is home to the greatest number of “World Heritage Sites” to date, with 47 sites inscribed on a list totalling 962 entries. Continue Reading →
Villa… A word that calls to mind images and lifestyles which very few people would turn their back on.
Here is how the Oxford English Dictionary defines “villa”: A country mansion or residence, together with a farm, farm-buildings or other houses attached, built or occupied by a person of some position and wealth; in later and more general use, a residence in the country, or in the neighbourhood of a town, usually of some size and architectural elegance and standing in its own grounds.
“I love the signature of this blog; I find it a perfect combination between nostalgia and current times.”
Amiek Krakers, Shanghai
This week’s topic is once again related to a “rare” item I purchased for a song many years ago. Not at a flea market this time, but at a charity sale. A set of six modernist dining room chairs which I bought for the equivalent of 15 euros – the whole set! I was absolutely delighted. Continue Reading →
“So, where do we go now?” my friend asked with a wry smile as our car stopped for the third time at the same crossroads.
We had been driving around the country roads of the Veneto for more than an hour – even asked for directions several times, – unable to find our way to our destination. Continue Reading →
“How about letting our little friend here perch on your hand?
– Um… well… Is he in a good mood?”
The “little friend” whom Stefania was introducing me to was a healthy falcon with a sharp beak, long claws and big fierce eyes. His name was Naggy or Narghile, something like that. Continue Reading →