Bailey Alexander: Dreams from Northern Italy

Here I am in cooking school heaven – in Piemonte, Italy. Making several kinds of pasta, grossini, everything – first principle and fantastic for the body and mind. We ate pasta on a plate, but you can eat it the way they’ve been eating it forever @ Madonna delle Neve, on a soft white linen…

The vendemmia gets such attention, but after the harvest – the rhythm accelerates, the colors come alive, vivacious and they change so quickly. From green to passionate red, then the grand finale when coral, orange and deep ochre take over ~ ~ october environs in Loazzolo, Piemonte, Italia

She recently passed and now must be writing amongst the stars. She was an American poet and essayist and won the pulitzer prize for her collection ‘The Wild Iris’. Last year while in Venice, I bought one of her books. It sat there on the shelf asking me to come to lunch – so who…

Life is happening so fast but some are trying to keep up by keeping the past in play. They discuss Putin, at his annual speech at Valdai, noting how he replaces ‘class’ and ‘race’ with civilizations. It would appear he’s leading the way for leaders and people in places like India and Africa. The historical…

I have not given her a name but she found her own space, outside.

Prague unlocked the imagination, she just kept exuding her Bohemian ideals. All that truth, love and beauty lent well to writing a book. I felt very much in the present. And driving outside the city, across her borders, this time of year – sublime. Inspires the mind’s eye. Driving through Europe is a wonderful way…

My guy goes to Paris every month for work. We lived there for 3 years and here I thought I did everything, which is impossible in a place like Paris. A city of delirious distractions. I never go with my guy, I’m kind of traveled out, if I can’t do by car, no. And feel…