My article on Turin’s most curious sides..

is online. Stroll around Piedmont’s most famous city and discover a palace with a double personality, a church with no facade, a staircase with a strange emblem, two twin temples, a touch of Egypt and.. Read www.gonomad.com for more information!

A stroll in surprising Turin

Our city guide suddenly interrupts her explaination. She glances in the air, then lowers the eyes to the tip of her toes: “Wait. Can you feel it? It’s the föhn!” she utters triumphally. Of course I can feel it: a warm and dry wind that caresses my cheecks, so unusual in this cold, wintry season. A…

Cold days of a suspended blue

These are cold days of a suspended blue, and a static apprehension vibrates within my soul, that was on other occasions so soft and light. If not for this vigorous tree, this silent companion with his gray cortex, which is standing on a riverbank with his prickly branches, I would unluckily be very far from…

Quote: London gardens

“Some London houses have a melancholy little plot of ground behind them, usually fenced in by four high whitewashed walls, and frowned upon by stacks of chimneys: in which there withers on, from year to year, a crippled tree, that makes a show of putting forth a few leaves late in autumn when other trees…

The perfume of the Infiorata..

is on www.gonomad.com My article is dedicated to the annual feast of Infiorata, which takes place each June in Spello, a medieval town in the green heart of a lesser-known Italy. An amazing tradition, Infiorata is the art of composing wide and colorful carpets with flowers and petals. These delicate mosaics are an ephemeral work of art,…

Light breeze

A decrease in wind speed. The tension of my muscles lowers, the effort to keep my body balanced diminishes. I can finally dissipate my thoughts and restrain from a focused and physical work. The wind, my rig and I just found an agreement: a delicate and sensitive way to proceed. I sail. My feet, now firmly…

Quote: Venice bathed in light

“As I glided over the lagoons in the brilliant sunshine and saw the gondoliers in their colorful costume, gracefully posed against the blue sky, as they rowed with easy strokes across the light-green surface of the water, I felt I was looking at the latest and best painting of the Venetian school. The sunshine raised…

The shape of a powered hang glider

“Look up there! There it is! It looks like a witch! Doesn’t it look like a witch?” my neighbour’s child insistently asked to his friends. They didn’t seem to care much, so I went outside to see what he was talking about. In a shyly quiet and faintly blue sky, a powered hang glider was throbbing…