Fontanile Quarantina

Fontanile Quarantina – “This is my spot”

If Elio would take us today to his secret spot, we would ride the bike along this dirt road from Capralba to Fontanile Quarantina: Once we leave our bikes in the shade of trees the little clearwater pond reveals itself to us surrounded by the embrace of the cove: And here are the witnesses of the first kiss, the grass, the cicadas and the sun … Continue reading Fontanile Quarantina – “This is my spot”

Photo by Artur Dancs

“I’ve forgotten how much I loved this place. I’ve been happy in B.”

Some people would ask me what does one do around here and I would instantly reply: have long walks uphill or in the valley, maybe down by the seaside, eat sweet apricots and drink ristretto or espresso while watching the belfry from the balcony in the morning sea-breeze. I’d be looking for Elio and Oliver or even Monet,  sun-drenched piazzettas, the Città Alta on an … Continue reading “I’ve forgotten how much I loved this place. I’ve been happy in B.”