magical memories
Secret spots, highly guarded. Late August, Fall. Claudio and his Uncle Giancarlo, middle of the night, up at 3:00. Wicker baskets for gathering, one hour by vespa, another by foot. Walking sticks, trees. Chestnut, oak, beech, poking under leaves.
Fall, wine harvest begins. Le Marche, famous for Verdicchio, vineyards in the Jesi hills since the 8th century. In 2016, Quaresima, introduced a sparkling version, “hints of yellow flowers and fruity notes of almond, peach, pineapple”. Ver’DiBolle, a new favorite.
Italy awaits, why hesitate. Villa Fiori, magical memories.
Where the Po river meets the Adriatic sea. Egret, blue heron, pink storks. Fish hop as rickety old boats, mosey thru the reeds.
Italy awaits, why hesitate. Villa Fiori, magical memories.
Opulent 18th c. palazzo, rococo; stucco capitals, cornices, frieze borders, frescoes, tromp l’oeil intertwine; red marble corridors, mosaic floors, carved doors.
Italy awaits, why hesitate. Villa Fiori, magical memories.