The book
I am proud to have many of these editions on my book shelf. But nothing compares to my happiness to have them all in my heart. Continue reading The book
Tag: Italian Riviera
Monet’s Berm
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
“Cor cordium”
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”
La piazzetta of confessions
I arrived to B on a warm late afternoon. After a refreshing stroll around the lower town and then to the hills, I walked up to the piazzetta of confessions – overviewing the sea – where thirty years ago on a sunny morning Elio found the courage to give up his secrets to Oliver, to the palm trees and to the sea-breeze. Next morning – … Continue reading La piazzetta of confessions
Piave Memoriale
When I walked up from the piazzetta to the statue there was an old man sitting on one of the benches around the memorial. I unavoidably thought the same as Elio did three decades ago here, how many of them “still remembered the young men they’d lost on the Piave River.” And then immediately I would add those thirty years to that moment and realize: … Continue reading Piave Memoriale
San Giacomo’s belfry “to-die-for”
The current bell tower in the old town, that dominates the view of B is not part of the Chiesa di Maria Maddalena in the central piazza of the old town. The church was consecrated in 1617, the tower was built later as a watchtower used by the town to watch for pirate ships coming from the sea – very common for that period. Later … Continue reading San Giacomo’s belfry “to-die-for”
“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.”
