No matter where or what home is, you know when you’re there. You don’t just feel it, you know it. A recognition.
I can only say that as I walked into the Hotel Tornabuoni Beacci in Florence for the first time, I knew that I was home.
Tuscany is at once astounding and sublime, from Michelangelo’s prisoners emerging from blocks of marble at the Galleria dell’Accademia to chestnut honey drizzled over a slice of pecorino di Pienza at a family trattoria. I have found that Tuscany
is best experienced with an open heart. It can be a little intoxicating. Not to worry, in Tuscany you are in good hands.
Tuscany at Heart is written in celebration of Tuscany and my life there - the place that most closely matches
the rhythms of my heart.
A special note:
The photos featured are courtesy of two talented and treasured friends, Gabriella Lo Debole and Paolo Lo Debole.
Grazie mille, cari amici!