The boot-shaped peninsula of Italy conjures iconic images; gondolas under Venice’s Rialto Bridge, Michelango’s David in Florence, trendy, well-dressed tourists eating pizza and panini, sipping an Aperol spritz, or visitors
Picture this: an artist lives in a beautiful home on Mulholland Drive in Los Angeles. She travels to Rome to indulge in the art and beauty and, in an ‘aha’
Here begins The Decameron Redux, second in the series of essays from an American living in a remote hilltop village in pandemic strapped Italy. It’s hard to believe it’s already been
In 1348 the Black Death struck Florence. It was one of the most appalling calamities that ever befell Europe. Three out of four in the city died. Those who were
My first amatriciana was in a trattoria I happened upon, a local family-style place with maybe ten tables. I was killing time, slowly meandering my way toward Stazione Termini to