by Gabrielle Shubert
When I first see the house it is about 7:30 on an August evening– that magical moment just before twilight when the heat finally gives up its grip on the day and the air and sky take on a tiny hint of color, beckoning the sunset. We've driven from Venice– about 5 hours, after flying overnight from New York.
We're tired and we've left our bags at the agriturismo where we've stayed for the last 3 years. But we bought this house in January, sight unseen for me and our daughter Sophie, and we have to see it before the ritual first-night-in-Italy pizza at the only bar/ristorante in our town.
Fonte: La Voce di New York
