Florence’s Artisan Quarter
Like the Seine in Paris, the Thames in London and the Styx in the Underworld, an old dignified river flows across the city of Florence, dividing it, inevitably, into two river banks. Its name: the Arno. Continue Reading →
Like the Seine in Paris, the Thames in London and the Styx in the Underworld, an old dignified river flows across the city of Florence, dividing it, inevitably, into two river banks. Its name: the Arno. Continue Reading →
Last week, I was tidying up a cupboard in my Parisian flat – it needed it badly – when I stumbled upon a small ceramic vase I had bought at Lucca’s antique market a few years ago.
“Katharina, this wine is absolutely divine!
– Well, it’d better be, Jonathan. I have never paid that much for a bottle of wine!
– Oh! Is that so?”
There are days – like yesterday, for instance – when everything goes wrong. I’m sure that you experience such unpleasant days once in a while. I won’t tell you about yesterday here – I still have to recover from it, – but about that one day I spent in Lucca, Tuscany, last October.
Victor Hugo once wrote: “Dear God, how beauty varies in nature and art! In a woman the flesh must be like marble, and in a statue the marble must be like flesh.” Continue Reading →
“Oh, evil, cold-hearted woman, why hast thou betrayed me so ruthlessly?
– Heaven forbid! I have not betrayed you, my sweet Lord… Not yet.”
These are the first two lines – the only lines actually – of the introspective drama I have begun to write for the unique Teatrino di Vetriano, the smallest theatre in the world, as certified by the 1997 Guinness Book of Records. Continue Reading →
