One evening we were four or five, from the landlord to cyanine Castagnito. We decided as a joke to go to sea with our wagons and horses, and come back soon. He was born as a joke what is now the reality of cartun: the salt roads with horses and chariots. Each year between April 25 and May 1 is restarted.
I would like to offer a small collection of thousand photos (un. sea ..) I've done and most of all I received from friends and strangers.
There are also my two small children who are now already older, and Alexandra in the early editions that allowed me to close Scaparone House (just over) for 10 days to go fuck up in the Langhe in Liguria.
of things to write there would be another beautiful sea ... and maybe, if I find time to do this collection of photos, it means that the time is not far away.
"My neuit a rebec," could be a good title for a gallery of memories in the ways of meeting rooms: faces, smells, labor, party, sleep, wine, wine, sun, rain, and sleep on straw for ten days. One year even got home, I continued to sleep outside (on the couch in veeranda) because I missed the air of May, fresh off the evening becomes sharp in the morning.
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