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uring a long weekend cruising up and down the Costiera Amalfitana (Amalfi Coast).Lots and lots of small villages perched on the slopes of the Monti Lattari (Lattari Mountains), so many that at a certain point, the memory of one fades into the other, in one long continuum of small streets and endless flights of irregular stone stairs leading down to lilliputian beaches full of wooden fishermen launches waiting for the next trip out.
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aken while on a trip across central Europe with two dear friends of mine.On our way to our final destination (the Netherlands) I insisted to make a 2-days stop in Luzern (Switzerland), because I wanted to see, first in the family, the place where my grandmother had been born, grown up, married, given birth to two children, become a widow and moved to Italy where she married my grandfather and had five more children.
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nce again on a wandering day, this time along the coast to the South.Not really sure where this particular spot was, I just can vaguely remember that I scribbled “Torre del Greco” on the paper strip attached to the B&W film I developed later on.
Yeah, I did my own B&W developing (and printing!)…
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could spend hour after hour admiring the beautiful historical façades of Naples’ palaces and churches in all their details and styles.They speak of the grandeur of a city that has been for ages, and surely during the 17th century, one of the most prosperous and advanced (scientifically, artistically and culturally) capitals of Europe.