Asti (our province) specifically in Canelli (a nearby town) where this installation lives, produces world class Spumante. Although sparkling wine just doesn’t do it for me, it does make Americans, like me, of a certain age, think of Angie Dickinson, with Burt Bacharach singing in the background. Happiness….
Several sources are reporting this, so perhaps it is. As an outsider observing closely, I think Italy has three items acting on its behalf.
- It’s a country full of hypochondriacs.
- Italians have an extraordinarily strong sense of social consciousness
- They respond well, when in crisis, this is when they turn on a dime.
According to Greek mythology, humans were orginally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two, condeming them for their pride, condeming them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. Always searching for their soulmate, for love…
When the world opens up for travel they will want to come to Piemonte, where there’s a season for everything. Italy’s fine wine country, nestled up against the Alps, in the region they call Piemonte; the secret that needs to be told.
The home of slow food and cooking schools where joy is served and shared because food and wine are made with love. It’s what they do and it’s where they still have a season, and a sense of time for everything.
Unfortunately, another funeral; always in 3’s, indeed. First Zio Giacomo, last week, then Franco, now Stefano, today. I will finish my caffe shakerato, made by Massimiliano Poggio at Machi’s Bar here in Bubbio, then follow Stefano’s coffin on foot with the other Bubbiese, to the elegant cemetery in Bubbio…
Stefano’s son, Max, was my first friend here in Piemonte. I’ve no idea why, but Bubbio was where I went, in need. Our first year was fraught with minor drama, things broke, stuff happened, and my guy was often away, on a project. Loazzolo, our commune was too small, no store, not even a bar…