Venice, Christmas Eve You leave the grand space of San Marco’s campo, with its four horses and St. Mark’s body, clipped as goods of war, now bringing credentialization to the duomo. Walk along the water’s edge, and you’ll feel this…
Category: Eat
Crème brûlée: a chef/vicar encounter
Citta della Pieve, Hotel Vanucci. The waitress came towards us, whispering to herself under her breath so she could hold the message in English until she could spit it out to us. “Mr. Peter, I have a message from the…
Pasticceria GMB — sumptuous, delicious and playful
Castiglione del Lago (PG), Zona Industriale le Pucciarelli. In the middle of an Italian industrial zone, I found myself listening to an Ommagio a Edith Piaf, sipping French wine (George Deboeuf Beaujolais-Villages), nibbling delicious and beautifully rendered pasteries, and chatting with friends…