I can’t hide that I like Florence in the winter, with its biting cold, and I bundled up well to walk through its streets. I wasn’t the only one with a scarf…
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In Egypt’s New Kingdom — an era often hailed as the civilisation’s radiant “Golden Age” — splendour suffused every corner of courtly life…
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”In Burgundy, when we speak of climat, we do not raise our eyes to the sky, but lower them to the ground,” observed the celebrated writer…
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In 1757, Giustino Valmarana, a scion of Vicenza’s old nobility, commissioned Tiepolo to adorn eight hundred square metres of walls with frescoes. Already celebrated for his work on Venice’s…
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Slender, Indian women were walking along the side of the road. They had such natural grace, but when we approached them and could see their faces…
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The sight of tourists walking, loaded down with bags with all the known Italian brands printed on them, is as common in the Piazza di Spagnaas that of pilgrims around Saint Peter’s…
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Ι have long held a profound affection for the town of Grasse, a sentiment nourished by myriad impressions. A quintessential Provençal town, Grasse exudes a singular charm…
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When the bustle of summer had passed, the village returned to its extraordinary tranquillity. It was then that I truly savoured its beauty. I wandered along narrow, cobbled streets…
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As a child, it was my dream, and when I grew up, I had the opportunity to discover it in person. Cap-Martin, Cap-Ferrat, Cap-d’Antibes: these three peninsulas, leaning gracefully into the Mediterranean…
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Oh, those Roman squares, I thought, and my mood changed immediately! They are her outdoor living rooms. I was sitting down and I felt my spirit uplifted looking at so much beauty around me...
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I like to think back to these folkloric images of Rome, which have now vanished but are beautifully captured in the watercolours of Northern-European painters, some of which can be seen…
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Yet Ronda’s most celebrated figure is not a nobleman or an architect, but a matador: Pedro Romero, the father of modern bullfighting. Living in the late eighteenth century…
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Seated in my library at home, I was reading A Moveable Feast (1964) by Ernest Hemingway, set in Paris, when my mind began to wander alongside his — towards the bar of the Hôtel Ritz…
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I was asking myself where I had seen the Maharani’s palace before, watching her walk gracefully through an inner, marble courtyard wrapped in a gauzy sari. When I realized it was the Rambagh…
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Fortunately, there are still cities in the world that preserve not only their historic beauty and quiet nobility, but also a deeply rooted traditional way of life. Charleston is a vivid example…
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