An Italian friend once told me, “the piazza is my living room!” I envied him. My living room languished in the dark recesses of my house; formal and unused – a world disconnected from daily life. His living room reeked… Read More ›
An Italian friend once told me, “the piazza is my living room!” I envied him. My living room languished in the dark recesses of my house; formal and unused – a world disconnected from daily life. His living room reeked… Read More ›