City of Memories
Like many things, the hoarse honking of donkeys is the stuff of memories in Civita. Everything here is comprised, in …
Like many things, the hoarse honking of donkeys is the stuff of memories in Civita. Everything here is comprised, in …
Do I have enough of your trust that you’ll allow me to rouse you from your warm covers before sunrise …
Yesterday, Civita’s Piazza San Donato witnessed an abundance of asses — and this time, I’m not speaking only of the …