Special people, special places, special stories, special laughter and special chemistry that excite the author
Graziano Vivian is part of the family of animated art that is Nove in central Veneto, on the banks of the Brenta, not far from Bassano del Grappa.
His young years were spent among art, his sister is a fine ceramic artist in this blood line that also includes the next generation in which his
We were drawn to Sub Augusta in Rome on a cool Sunday afternoon by the knowledge that this week artisans from the areas around Rome were presenting their craftworks and maybe demonstrating their various talents.
Arriving by Metro I exited towards via Tuscolana and found myself at a large intersection. In front of me on
The story of Christmas: once upon a time there was an old Norse God named Thor who rolled across the sky in a sleigh calling ‘I’m Thor’. His sleigh was pulled by two large, horned goats.
For the practical people of the northern countries of Europe, the onset of Christianity took a bit of the
People team into Candelara from all local roads from early afternoon for three weekends in yuletide. Most arrive from the direction of Pesaro seeking parking to reduce the climb on this hillside village to be part of Candles of Candelara.
The sun ends its day over the hills and mountains to the west not long
The last Sunday in November, the second day of the annual Candles in Candelara festival, on the hills above Pesaro, clear blue skies and it is cool but not wintery.
This festival was born only in 2004, but has become a worldwide Christmas market magnet in just a few years. The fringes and parks of
There is a new breath in the world today. The breath of winter is upon us. Last week we ventured from the middle lands towards the northeast to find the flat plains enveloped in a haze and fog from the several weeks of calm warm mid Autumn.
Farmers tilled their fields, pruned hedges and trees
Thanks due to Lewis Carroll -
for his great rhyming truth
that described me to a ‘T’.
Yet without his then namesake,
a Charles Lutwidge Dodgson,
many would not share such glee
Tis the voice of my son George with poetic licence:
“You are old, Father Gavin,” your sole son said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you succour whisky
There was some fortune in the Brenta river having grown to nearly one kilometre width between Cartigliano and Nove in the 19th century, as it kept the competing tribes from each town apart.
The Cartigiliani being agriculturists and lovers of silk, the Novese being industrialists and artisans of the Brenta river clay beds that arose
We remember the great minds of Greek antiquity for their mathematics and philosophy. Archimedes came somewhat late in that era but like many of the earlier heroes Archimedes’ inventions and life were bound by war.
These wars resulted in the highest designs of the pure-minded mathematicians being diverted to engineering to aid the war machine.
Do you remember the images of the Genii? Reproductions – rotond, bald, round face and dressed in loose fitting clothes. If so, listen to my story.
As you drive up the winding road from Colleferro, some 40 km south of Rome next to the Napoli road, to Segni, one of the Cyclopean towns, you may