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…
I love Emilia. A region that smells like balsamic vinegar, Parmisan cheese, mortadella and authenticity. I love Emilian people too. Their hospitality and their inborn frankness. Emilians choose the efficency, the practicality, they are pragmatic souls, but they use their…
This morning I went shopping and I felt in love. It’s true, I agree with you, now it’s not the mushroom season, but sometime, you need to go out of rules. Sometimes you need to fulfill your desire. After so…