Island Italy is a vacation for every taste. There is a place here for desperate misanthropes – for this there are uninhabited small islands where you can become a Robinson for a while, until you return to love for people and civilization.
Continental Italy is far from all of Italy. These are also islands, the largest and most famous of which are Sicily and Sardinia. But there are also small islands – small in size, but not in significance and beauty. The largest of the small Italian islands (this is its unofficial name) – Elba, with an area of 223 sq km, belongs to the Tuscan archipelago. The closest major city on mainland Italy is Florence. 28 thousand inhabitants of the island are engaged in agriculture and tourism industry. The first association with the name of the island is, of course, Napoleon. He was there in 1814, and since then Elba has become a place of Continue reading
The north of Italy is the lapel of the Italian “boots”, the country of the Alps, a paradise for skiers and the most international region of the country, bordering Slovenia, Austria, Switzerland and France. Here you can successfully combine skiing in the world famous Val d’Aosta or Dolomiti di Brenta with shopping in Milan, the canonical fun of San Remo and the melancholy charm of Venice.
If the basis of South Italian cuisine is pasta and olive oil, then the north is corn, rice and butter.
Italians themselves divide the north of the country into two large regions – the Northwest (provinces of Piedmont, Liguria, Lombardy and Val d’Aosta) and the Northeast (Emilia-Romagna, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Trentino-Alto Adige and Veneto) . Continue reading
It is impossible to change fate. But there is a place on Earth where once a year you can CHANGE a lot – face, clothes, habits, desires, gender, age. From a slave to turn into an EMPEROR, from Cinderella to a PRINCESS, from a housewife tortured by children and cares into a seductive COLOMBINA, from a prudent businessman to a carefree HARLEQUIN.
In order to survive all these wonderful TRANSFORMATIONS, you just need to be in VENICE in February. Imagine: you wander along a dark and tangled Venetian street along the coast of a narrow canal. Winter. Night. Fog. It smells like oranges. And, like oranges, the dull and yellow Venetian lanterns glow in the fog. You are far from the center, and the noise of the festive crowd does not reach you.
And suddenly a strange shadow appears on the barely lit surface of the canal, and the whisper of the waves driven by the oar of the gondola breaks the silence. You rush to the nearest bridge – from there it is more convenient to monitor how the ghost gradually takes shape. First, a cloak and a cocked hat loom. Then, gradually, a white mask appears from the darkness, covering his eyes and nose. Below – a piece of black silk, in the folds of which hide his mouth and Continue reading