After a busig beginning of the year, after hard work (and not so hard work), after difficult times, past the wooden strip of life (this first sentence doesn't mean a thing, it's simply a way to start off writing and put some gazoline in my writing tank), I've taken some holidays to spend in Italy. And, let's face it... my sister got married and that was a good reason too.
Italy lately, means Parma and the hill surrounding this sleepy city at the south of Pianura Padana, home of the Parmigiano Reggiano cheese.
I've been spending time here since I left Paris 4 years ago, and it's been a perfect spot to regenerate my physical and spiritual batteries. In the hills and mountains that begin rising from it's southern borders there are so many beautiful natural spots and interesting buildings that no stay here would be boring or repetitive. It's true, anyway, that I simply love to visit and visit again the same places, so this is not a problem a face.
Another important part of my visits here, other than the friends whom I come visit, it's the food that this part of Italy has to offer.
Anyway, I'm here, in it's sweaty streets during the day, and in its magical slopes during the evenings. Yesterday, a beautiful storm lighten up the darkening evening.