A surprise in a book
A quiet, typical Italian village. In Toscany. I can imagine the delicate noise of the feet on the ancient pavement, the gentle smell of…
A quiet, typical Italian village. In Toscany. I can imagine the delicate noise of the feet on the ancient pavement, the gentle smell of…
In these first days of January we stuck with our old – and we really think good – habits. As children, we learned to…