The Summer Art Fesival of Bagni di Lucca

Shaping up to be a great Art Festival

A Walk in the Snow in Bagni di Lucca

Scrinch scrunching in the snow.  The world silent and soft, surrounded in a white haze, gentle flakes caressing your face and freezing your hair.  That day of snow falling endlessly was so beautiful.  We walked up to Bagni Caldi delighting in the mysterious panoramas surrounding us, and down to Ponte a Serraglio, more beautiful than

Festa di Sant’ Anna, in the mountains of Bagni di Lucca

Puttering up the winding mountain road today on the vespa, we stopped at breathtaking vistas from the top of Monti di Villa overlooking the valley between the Appenines and the great craggy mounts of the Apuans.  We were in those craggy mountains yesterday on our way to Carrara to partake in a cultural evening with

From Hong Kong to Italy

We are in bella Italia.  Our little mountain house in Pieve dei Monti di Villa with its new roof and new fireplace is as snug as a cave.  Cosying up at night on the big fat cushy lounge, watching the flames crackle and lick up the chimney, toasting a wonderful life with local red wine

Italy, beautiful for its own sake.

It’s summer.  It’s hot, hot, hot.  And every day we are reminded of why we love to be here, of what we miss when we go away.  Its riding on the vespa down tiny country roads, through the vineyards and olive groves and avenues of Linden trees and into the mountains through golden green glades

A day in the studio

Today is the 21st June and the weather is unseasonably cold and wet. People have lost their lives in the floods in Provence. We were just there picking up our youngest son, Sollai, from the airport in Nice. It rained so hard that we were completely drenched in seconds while walking on the Boulevard Des