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…

The beginning of November takes us by the hand, leading us to winter season. November is a month that often arouses melancholy. On the contrary, you can live it as a moment of pause, as the occasion to stay with…

In summer i dream of the mountain and in winter i look for the sea. During a so strange year like this one , i dream with open eyes and i hope that all of us we could come back…