That branch of the lake of Como, which extends towards the south, is enclosed by two unbroken chains of mountains, which, as they advance and recede, diversify its shores with numerous bays and inlets. Suddenly the lake contracts itself, and takes the course and form of a river, between a promontory on the right, and a wide open shore on the opposite side. [..]
The shore itself, intersected by the torrents, consists for the most part of gravel and large flints; the rest of the plain, of fields and vineyards, interspersed with towns, villages, and hamlets: other parts are clothed with woods, extending far up the mountain.
Lecco, the principal of these towns, giving its name to the territory, is so close upon the shore, that, when the waters are high, it seems to stand in the lake itself. A large town even now, it promises soon to become a city.
From one to the other of these towns, there ran many narrow lanes or mule-paths, one while abrupt and steep, another level, another pleasantly sloping, in most places enclosed by walls built of large flints, and clothed here and there with ancient ivy, which, eating with its roots into the cement, usurps its place, and binds together the wall it renders verdant. [..]
Along one of these narrow lanes, in the evening of the 7th of September, a girl named Alli…
A.Manzoni – The Betrothed
I’ve never been good with words when it comes to talking about myself, that’s why I revisited Alessandro Manzoni words to start this page.
But let’s go on… Born and raised in northern Italy, along the banks of Lake Como to be more precise, I thought of resting my bones at first in the UK, then in Sweden, then again in the Netherlands. But home is where your heart is, they say, so Italy is a place I’ll never leave for real.
Travel-enthusiast, photography-amateur, foreign-cultures-lover, I blog for fun in my spare time. And here’s the reason why I started this new adventure with my own website: I got the chance to visit many countries and cities, but there are so many others on my bucket list! And I’d like to share my experience with you, yes you, my reader ; )
Why Bitches in Tokyo? It sounded good to me, and it always has, since the first time I listened to the same-name song by a band called Stars (link): I’m still in your blood // you’re still in my blood.