“Driving home, I want to turn down many temping roads, Italy
is an immortal playground. Does any country come close to its sustained, heady
concoction of joys- serene landscape and magnificent art and layered history
and savoury cuisine and glorious music and welcoming people? So many ands. All an elongated peninsula
slashed down the middle with mountains, packed and stacked with dialects, great
cooks, the Renaissance, hill towns, evocative cinema, ruins, castles, mosaics,
villas, church bells, beaches, on and on.
This is Italy.”
Frances Mayes – Every
day in Tuscany
– Seasons of an Italian Life.


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