In airplane mode: Florence through the five senses TASTE If you’re used to photographing your platebefore eating, try something else.For the first bite, close your eyes.Notice texture, warmth, surprise, the wayflavors unfold on your palate.That first mouthful will stay with you far longerthan any picture ever will.
In airplane mode: Florence through the five senses TOUCH In front of an old Florentine wall, leave your phone in your pocket. Rest your hand on the stone, weathered, solid, shaped by centuries of Florentine life. Feel its texture, its quiet endurance. Sometimes the best way to meet the city is to touch its history,…
I’ve noticed that we’re slowly losing a beautiful habit. When someone invites us for dinner, a coffee, or a simple lunch, we less and less take the time the next day to write and say thank you. Not out of rudeness, but because life moves fast.We rush to the next thing, the next meeting, the…
In airplane mode: Florence through the five senses SIGHT At Piazzale Michelangelo, resist the reflex to film. Take a few quiet minutes, just you and the view. Let your eyes hunt for details you’d normally miss. Look with your eyes, not your camera. The memory will last longer.
It’s an argument that women really need to hear, and one that will do a world of good for anyone who knows they have a penchant for perfectionism.
The quest for perfection is often a source of stress, frustration and disappointment.
It’s an argument that women really need to hear, and one that will do a world of good for anyone who knows they have a penchant for perfectionism.
The quest for perfection is often a source of stress, frustration and disappointment.
I personally believe that eating together “really” means waiting for the other person, or other people in front of one, or beside one, before starting to eat.
It isn’t just a question of good behaviour, it’s much more than that.
It’s more a question of awareness, of realizing that in a few moments we will be sharing something with people whom, usually, we care about.
The other evening I had some friends for dinner and was preparing a recipe with cherry tomatoes. I opened the box (I hadn’t had time to go to the greengrocer’s) and saw that several of the tomatoes had an “ugly face”. They were full of little black marks.
I pulled a face and said “Let’s wash these little tomatoes well…” and at the very moment what came to my mind were images of hands with dirty nails that pick the tomatoes, backs of hands wiping drippy noses, in brief, a horror film…
I have a dream…
That women receive the same wages as men that women take their courage in both hands when it comes to negotiating their salary that women clearly and calmly ask their partner and children to get help at home that women stop presenting themselves as simple sexual objects but live their femininity to the full that there is a deep solidarity between each woman that girls in some families have access to education like boys
I have a dream
that women can simply be themselves.