This summer, apart from a toccata e fuga weekend in Germany for my friend's wedding, I was stuck in Italy. For the first time in years, I didn't really know what to do with myself. By the time I’d started thinking...
I know, I know, if you come from the rainy UK, a week in Italy in the summer is probably something you fantasise about, but let me assure you that spending the entire month of August in an Italian city...
You know those places that you often see from a distance, or drive past on your way to somewhere else, and every time you spot them again you think to yourself, "I really need to go there one day"? Well the...
August is almost over. Temperatures are at long last going down and the Torinesi are gradually making their way back to the city after an entire month away. The Greek restaurant is open once more, my timetable is filling up, and it’s...
It’s August. It’s hot, it’s humid, it’s hell, and I should never have come back from Greece because summer is great there, and any remaining excitement about living in Italy has been replaced with an intense feeling of disappointment every...
