Yesterday I’ve cooked an apple pie for the first time. I’ve read an old recipes book and I’ve carefully followed any steps and instruction, trying not to make mistakes. Only after having put it in hoven I realized that I…
“September: it was the most beautiful word, I’ve always felt inside me, because it sounded blooming orange trees, swallows and regret” writes the American story teller Alexander Theroux in his book Darconville’s Cat. September, is a double month. Between summer…
Coming back to Rome it looks like coming back home. And then, when you leave Rome, you miss it. I miss red pizzas at the Campo dei Fiori bakery I miss the thousand of fountains, visiting a church and finding…