Some dreams take root in our imagination and grow quietly over the years like ivy wrapping itself around the ancient stone walls of Florence. Since 2013, when I began writing about…
Some dreams take root in our imagination and grow quietly over the years like ivy wrapping itself around the ancient stone walls of Florence. Since 2013, when I began writing about…
A palace as a stage. The sea as a language. Florence as a backdrop. There are restaurants one visits out of curiosity. And then there are the others — the ones we…
A return with the scent of a debut There are cities one does not simply visit — one returns to them. As if they were inscribed within us, waiting to be rediscovered.…