InvisibleTwo European countries have a special place in my heart,
or should I say three?
First there is France,
creation of some benevolent god,
with a mild climate, a superior kitchen
and civilized and educated people.
A close second is Italy for the very same reasons.
And one more: the uniqueness and variety
of its cities, all of them historical,
all of them so very different.
Not accidentally Italo Calvino
makes Marco Polo describe
imaginary invisible cities
to the Kublai Khan in Mongolia.
This reply to Sheherazade's nights
could not be more nostalgically Italian.
My third European love is poor Greece.