If you take the train in Italy, down away from the busier, more jaded parts, you'll find a place virtually untouched by international tourism, the part that is still so geniune as to charm completely. The food is excellent. The wine too. But it's the people that make the region
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Her tiny features appear in my cameras viewfinder as I focus, her self-consciousness something new between us. 'So, Anna, tell me what you're doing while you're doing it', I say, the tiny mirror in my camera clinking up and down. 'Hello, I am Anna, Silvestro's house keeper and I'm making a
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Every job has its drawbacks, even being a barista in Italy, as a good chunk of your clients arrive before they're awake enough to say anything all that interesting. Not that Salvatore would ever admit to that: he's too nice of a guy. And he has a talent for coffee, notable,
Read MoreJust outside the castle walls- but still inside the epicentre of the city- you'll find a bread baker named Piero, a soft spoken man who just adores the local bread. While he makes several kinds, all in the Salento style, his 'pucce' are famous enough for folks to come from
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He's the doctor. You're the engineer. They are the masters. She's a conductor. And on it goes. You could call it a 'tendency' but 'fixation' is closer to it, this preoccupation here in Italy with titles: It's not uncommon to witness long and rambling conversations between adults, without the single
Read MoreToday started with a sloppy banging sound on the school’s library window. It was supposed to be a knock, but the person out in the street was clearly using more the palm versus knuckles. I recognised her hand immediately. It was Annalisa, panicky over the huge quantity of grape must
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