The importance of Monet’s Berm will only make sense once one went through the entire story of Elio and Oliver in André Aciman’s novel. I was, initially, just looking for that postcard from the Monet’s Berm, the one thing Oliver has taken with him when he left B for New York at the end of that summer. The postcard that decades later was till hanging … Continue reading Monet’s Berm
Walking from the Piazza De Amicis towards the edge, there’s the Marabutto with the gorgeous view of the Cape Sant’Ampelio – the southernmost point of the Italian Riviera, the one that divides Riviera dei Fiori from the San Remo Bay. We can hear the conversation from three decades ago: “Just take a look at this” he said as we ambled with our bikes in the … Continue reading “Cor cordium”
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.”
"Somewhere in northern Italy" 