
Life Beyond The Heatdome
By the early part of last week, things had reached a breaking point even in central Italy, which by no means had the worst of the extreme heat enveloping most of Europe this summer.
A New Yorker lost in Italy... and loving it. Eric writes about the adventures, mishaps and endless pleasures of a Life Lived Italian.
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By the early part of last week, things had reached a breaking point even in central Italy, which by no means had the worst of the extreme heat enveloping most of Europe this summer.

Despite being at the center of one of Italy’s most prized wine regions, Rovato in the northern province of Brescia is not a blissfully bucolic place.

There’s no getting past it.

The recently closed “Bernini e i Barberini”, Rome’s art event of the season, opened not with a sculpture from the legendary Baroque master Gian Lorenzo Bernini, but rather with several works by his artist father, Pietro.

I guess every place rings in the summer in their own way.

Small towns often work best for photo ops on patriotic holidays or as a metaphors in John Mellencamp songs.

It was a move perfectly suited to Alex Zanardi: simultaneously bold, celebratory and generous.

No matter how powerful they may be, there’s something in the back of every ruler’s mind that can’t help contemplating their own expiration date. Call it caution, paranoia, or maybe just a healthy sense of historical precedent. But if you happen to rule the world, it’s worth planning for some worst-case scenarios.

This is not my moment to see extraordinary things, not a time of wonder but of waiting. And so I see what I can— the ordinary, the routine— from a chair in the sun at Simone’s bar.

If there’s one place in any country no one wants to find themselves, it’s an emergency room.