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 →
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.
“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 →