All this part of the Italian Riviera is unusually attractive. In the wide and deep bay opened in front of us, Santa Margherita appears, then Rapallo, Chiavari. Even further Sister Levante. The yacht, turning on the other side, glides a short distance from the cliffs, and now, at the end of this cape, which we just circled, a hidden gorge suddenly opens where the sea penetrates, almost indistinguishable from thickets of pine, olive and chestnut trees. A small village, Portofino, is expanding like a crescent moon around this calm bay …
(Guy de Maupassant)
Colorful vacation. You can only get confused before the choice. The pastel colors of typical houses facing 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