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.”