Category: Italy
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Grotta della Poesia
The cave a poetry. Removed from the city and yet populated by swimmers and sunbathers in the late October afternoon. A boy repeatedly jumped from the cliff into the Adriatic Sea. An old man did laps across the basin. White rock, blue, blue water. Quiet and buzzing. Silent energy. We didn’t swim; we were en […]
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Otranto
It was noticeable warmer in Otranto. A SoBe style strip of palm trees and a boat-lined main street giving way to an old town, to a castle, to a climbable fortress wall and unparalleled views of the blue, blue see. Open squares, such bright light. We had lunch in the Old Town by the castle […]
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Ostuni
Ostuni is a white city in the cliffs that has been constantly inhabited since the Stone Age. It’s old and fresh, large and compact, all at the same time. I was surprised to find it all relatively empty; it felt like we were the only ones on some of the whitewashed, stone streets. Palms, succulents, […]
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Polignano a Mare
Polignano, a terrace overlooking the sea, warm air, chatter in the streets, a blue sky morphs to cotton candy. Running along the sea wall, in the sea breeze, in the sun. A visit to the little juice bar in the center of an old town. Drinking green juice and stretching on the terrace, watching the […]
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Locorotondo
Another Italian village, another set of winding streets. Locorontondo was as quiet as Alberobello was crowded. Empty white, plant lined streets.Cobblestones leading past closed shops. Finally, an open place to eat cornered at the end of an alley, one of the best meals I’ve ever had. Fresh and unique, traditional to the region. __ One […]
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Alberobello
Alberobello is famous for its trulli huts, white, circular stone farmhouses allegedly built in that way as to be easy to deconstruct when the tax collector arrived from Naples. A village with quiet charm, suffocated by the crowds. No street left empty, no building spared of souvenirs. All of this, still, during shoulder season. It’s […]
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