Monthly Archives: January 2010
Italy is not the easiest place in the world to connect to the internet. That said, please excuse my silence here for the past day or two.
We had a great time in Modena, and left on Friday morning for Siena. Two days and nights in this beautiful city, clear of tourists was a dream. The cathedral overwhelming, with its black and white marble columns. For a peak at the photos I’ve taken so far for BumpyTours, please have a look here.
We left Como yesterday and drove down to visit with some friends just outside of Modena.
Yes, you probably know Modena for its famous Balsamic vinegar (which decorated my risotto dinner last night), but it is also the region where ceramic tile manufactures are and is also home to Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti and Maseratti.
A visit to the Ferrari museum yesterday afternoon was rather impressive. Our hotel is packed as the Ferrari team is launching the new Formula 1 car this morning. In fact there was a table of Spanish people at the next breakfast table over, who I thought were journalists. That was until the waiters started to ask one guy for his autograph. It was Alonso. Nice looking chap!
Hiding amongst ivy in the courtyard of a home in Como, this Apollo stands watch over the owners’ front door. I wonder if he starts to dance when they are out ?!
Off on a side street in Como, I spotted this “Farmacia”; thought the dark green was very elegant. I had to go inside for some aspirine, and was delighted by the carved wood panelling on the walls. They wrapped my box of aspirine in flowered paper! How chic!
Heading down from Burgundy over to Italy, the road takes us thru the majestic French Alps, thru the Mont Blanc tunnel, and by such famous ski resorts as Chamonix.
A year ago, instead of sitting amongst the vines of Burgundy, I was under the rays of a Senegalese sun….and this cute little creature showed up with The Boys!
She was a young puppy, very vivacious and a sweetheart. She stayed. She was happy and so were we. Her name is Mischief.
“The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its lovliness.”
– Therese of Lisieux
Just a few meters away from the house stands this stone cross. Covered in snow, awaiting Spring flowers and memories of passersby.