Alberobello is famous for its trulli huts, white, circular stone farmhouses allegedly built in that way as to be easy to deconstruct when the tax collector arrived from Naples. A village with quiet charm, suffocated by the crowds. No street left empty, no building spared of souvenirs. All of this, still, during shoulder season. It’s [...]
Altamura, Old Town, an entire population crowded in the square for Sunday socializing. Everyone at a bar or café. We ate bread and focaccia on the fountain, watched the kids on skateboards and the people walking. Away from the square, alcoves and arches. Emptier streets. Behind the walls, through open windows, the sound of families [...]
Late September Spanish summer. Hot days, cool nights. Late nights. A different world where dinner doesn't begin until long after the sun has set. Where everything closes in the late afternoons. Where meals seem to be mostly meat and wine. A culture that is uncompromising, unapologetic The character, undeniable.
Alquézar, turquoise, red, brown, green. A medieval village on a hill. Pomegrante trees, wild. Window boxes overflowing. Hiking through the canyons, Pasarelas del Vero. The feeling of the sun in late September. The air was so fresh; it was palpable. The gazpacho was the most rich that I've ever tasted. __ We toured a winery outside [...]
This city. This summer. The sun shone bright every day. The boats jammed the river; the people filled the streets; the blankets covered the entirety of the park. Riding my worn-out bike home from the river at dusk with a bag of books, an empty wine bottle, and the remaining strawberries - that will always [...]
"Dear old Sandringham, the place I love better than anywhere else in the world." - King George V The Queen's Norfolk country estate. The place she spends every Christimas. The place her father died. So much history. Trespassing on a private life. The grounds, the halls, the stables; they all have so much to say. ___ [...]