Monthly Archives: August 2012

Beautiful posers in Portofino
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Beautiful posers in Portofino

Do you know them places which you are perfectly aware of because they are super-publicised on the TV and in newspapers but for some reason you can’t place in space? This sometimes happens to me, until the day in which I stumble upon them by chance, and then… then now I’m going to tell you […]

The rock under my skin
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The rock under my skin

Even if it’s early Saturday morning I can’t stay still in bed anymore. Today is climbing day: I can’t linger any longer under the warmth of the duvet! For me, climbing is above all a physical sensation: the rocks against your skin! It’s joy in its purest form – feeling the roughness of the rock […]

Bordighera and Dolceacqua, on the trail of Monet
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Bordighera and Dolceacqua, on the trail of Monet

‘Everything is wonderful and everyday the countryside is more beautiful and I am bewitched by the town. Here everything is beautiful and the weather is superb’, wrote Claude Monet in 1884 to his friend and Parisian gallery owner Durand-Ruel. Monet was in Bordighera, where he arrived the 18th January and left the 3rd April. He […]

Genoa mysteries
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Genoa mysteries

The historic centre is an expanse of roofs, towers and homes. Behind every door there are hundreds of stories. If telling the stories of the city meant just memories, legends which are passed down, coincidences and presences, shadows rather than light, the history of Genoa would no longer be the same, but believe it or […]

Rossese: the wine of the rocks
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Rossese: the wine of the rocks

Rossese? It doesn’t exist. Or it should be named differently: Roccese. Like a historical joke, an oenological tongue-twister, the wine of Dolceacqua and above all its surroundings (the town which produces the most and where you find the most famous businesses is Soldano) changed its name. It became something more ‘wine-like’, exactly like the coloured […]

The infinte, around the bend
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The infinte, around the bend

I want to praise bends in the road. Those found in Val Trebbia, the wildest hinterland behind Genoa. Here there are no trains and the motorway does not pass. There is only road 45 with its curves: hairpin bends, intermittent bends, tight, really tight… too much so, I thought. Before understanding that from Torriglia to […]

A miniature train, salami and imagination
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A miniature train, salami and imagination

Genuineness is all down to natural elements (a combination of 60 percent pork and 40 percent beef). But the real secret is in the fire: that of burning wood during the drying phase in order to maintain a slight taste of smoke. We’re in Sant’Olcese, a municipality in the province of Genoa, which can be […]

Libereso Guglielmi: a gardener in the kitchen
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Libereso Guglielmi: a gardener in the kitchen

He has hands marked by working the land and a face darkened by the sun. Libereso Guglielmi, born in Bordighera in 1925, lived so many lives in one that one book is not enough to re-tell everything. Considered one of the biggest botanical experts in the world, a student of Mario Calvino, father of Italo, […]

In the Genoa of the “fin de siècle”
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In the Genoa of the “fin de siècle”

Genoa is a city to pluck the petals from, like a rose which, petal after petal, reveals surprising aspects: true architectural gems which pass by our eyes nearly unnoticed. In Genoa you can find many examples of palaces and decorations in the Liberty and Art nouveau styles, but few know that the Coppedè brothers built […]

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