Marcovaldo guardava la sua nuova casa come si guarda un animale strano e docile, arrivato per caso nella sua vita. Era a Milano, sì, ma un angolo di Milano che gli pareva quasi una promessa: silenzioso al mattino, azzurro al pomeriggio, profumato di pioggia la sera. La zona giorno – così la chiamava l’agente immobiliare […]

The road is empty and the car meanders through the mountains and along the lake shore, overlooking the calm water, surrounded by fir trees and a few alpine villages scattered here and there. We are at the Casa d’Idro, in the municipality of Idro, on the western shore of the lake in a panoramic and […]

Yellow convertible Beetle, music by Bob Marley, around us alternate shades of green, yellow and brown of the plowed and cultivated fields while above us the sky is the color of sugar paper. Before visiting the property, a stop in the center of Gonzaga, a small rural town in the Po Valley halfway between Mantua […]