Just a quick blog today to get me back in the game after a long absence. The story behind the birth of Signor Vino, an enoteca (wine bar) and shop specialising in 100% Italian wines. There are 2 in Milan and they offer an informal setting where you can meet with friends and try…… Continue reading Wine not?
Ok, I lied. Last weekend was actually the final weekend in Summer. I ventured back to Liguria to take in the last of the sun. The weather forecast seems to be going decidedly downhill from hereon so I thought I’d take the opportunity to cling onto one last post of summer before I finally give in…… Continue reading Life’s a beach
That’s it. Over. Despite it still being 30 degrees here, summer has officially ended. By now, most Italians have returned to their everyday lives in il rientro, abbronzato – tanned, refreshed, and exceptionally grumpy; as you might expect after some have enjoyed up to a month away, usually by the sea. It’s definitely noticeable on…… Continue reading The end of summer
‘O purpo se coce ‘int all’acqua soja. Or in Italian: Il polpo si cucina nell sua acqua. Is a Napolitan saying that means that you should let a prickly situation go and fail on its own. Or, let a person who does not accept advice have the experience at their own expense, so basically stubborn…… Continue reading The octopus is cooked in its own water
I’ve heard Venice being described as the Audrey Hepburn of Italian cities, and I have to agree with them. I remember the first time I visited, nearly 3 years ago (my first time in Italy in fact) one cold winters day, and being absolutely struck by the timeless beauty of it all. It embodies the…… Continue reading Venice
Tonight is the 10th of August, and the night of Saint Lawrence. San Lorenzo was martyred on the 10th August, 258AD in Rome. The Roman Empire had demanded that he turn over the riches of the church, so he asked for a few days in which to gather them all. What he actually did was…… Continue reading Make a wish🌟
Despite visiting Rome for the first time back in March for my mum’s birthday, I’ve struggled to write about it. I think it was built up in my head too much. The capital, the eternal city, it holds an immense promise of grand secrets that I felt were continuously just out of reach for me.…… Continue reading When in Rome