We have a carpet identical to the one in Giorgio De Chirico's painting. We have identical armchairs, painted walls and vaulted ceilings. Would you at least try to look like the intriguing figures in the painting??
No, AA, we are here. But the chairs and the carpets and the pretty painted rooms are up to the mark - it's having hair and normal eyes that is the current regret (Mr HG is being cruelly dieted and not pleased with much right now).
OK HG I will try to explain my feelings for the luscious but obscure ghosts, protectors maybe? The strong arms. Here goes.....I did not see the vision yet, my mind was wondering to forget, then all at once, as if to shock, my very being had now a plot? I wondered on till then I saw a host of nymphs to be adored, their pure transparent smiling faces, they guide me like the womb embraces, and on I go to find my prize, the vision clear, it all revived, my life, it shall not be in doom, my heart shall seek eternal bloom. - oz anon.
OzA You're most welcome to stay with the ghosts in the pretty painted rooms here whenever it suits you.
And in Frenzy (which is now restored in all the common parts and outside.) The Sovrintendenza is beside its artistic self and even gave way, under vivacious argument, on the colour it has been painted. They wanted poo brown but it is now the colour of sunlight - much more beautiful and, as our architect's studio was able to prove, correct too.
Good for you, saying no to the poo! I am as ever deeply immersed in the raising of our girls, but I see the travel light somewhere up ahead and I will certainly be visiting again. R has informed me that they will be on our doorstop Xmas morn, what a shame you both won't be with them. AA
P.S I definitely recognised the armchairs Mr HG. Looking forward to seeing them again. New recruits almost Europe bound, I told them about the duck dinner, time to visit the the butcher maybe? Have a wonderful summer. I am very jealous. AA
The summer shaped up to 38 degrees at the beginning of August and is now doing a steady 40 most afternoons. It isn't who is using the pool - it's whose turn is it to get out and put a meal together.
I could live on a coffee in the morning and ice cream the rest of the time but the tomato wars are at their height and it's bottle them or lose them as well. Australian bottled tomatoes are the most efficiently put up but enthusiasm is waning and papers are being written instead.
A mass outbreak to the local wine cooperative took place early this morning before the bad heat started as stocks were worryingly low particularly in the white and chilled sections of the cellar.
Big birthday celebrations last Sunday but we had to eat lunch indoors behind the sun shields. The water is holding out but the rate of flow is falling, so all of us are challenged by the elementary problems of taps and baths mysteriously without plugs and how long things take to fill and how many angels can dance on pinheads etc. Still, I have learned the secrets of washing up with only tiny amounts of water and we're not down to plastic plates yet. At least the house keeps cool and the showers keep running but my roses are looking a sorry crisp of themselves. The Greek party arrives on Tuesday and chit chat will take on a lawyerly tone, which is a bit more accessible than syntax and semantics. Is it correct, even if understandable, to say 'just a small bit of wine'? or should it always be 'a little bit'? 'Do I care?' you might ask yourself, but the Devil is in the details. Or should that be 'devil' as in lots of hard work?
See, the days of the sol leone have struck and the mind becomes undisciplined, or at least not willing to do other than idle.
We think we will have a cricket field - or at least a wicket and a biggish, cleared space. I noted that cricket is often played on dried mud with green round the edges so it would be possible - croquet is out of the question after seeing just what can happen here to any kind of grass. We are about to add to cricketing terms I suspect, as poor fielding or good batting is going to have the ball in the oaks, over the greppo, into the home olive grove or, if hit hard enough and accurately enough, down the vally and into the middle of next week. Bat advice and other equipment would be helpful, key words would be robust, not expensive, and, from the chaps, box.
The heat sounds dreamy, I for one would play a game in the heat just so I could sample the tomatoes and delicious olive oil once more. Smart move stocking up the on the vino, the new recruits will be pleased. PP has just walked in the door and is not amused- Australia lost on the bell playing the Kiwi's (rugby) and he cannot bring himself to turn on the cricket, dark days indeed. Looking forward to photos. P.S Happy Birthday-AA
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Are you staying there? I saw La Villeggiatura in Venice,would love to stay there, beautiful home, beautiful painting. - oz anon
We have a carpet identical to the one in Giorgio De Chirico's painting. We have identical armchairs, painted walls and vaulted ceilings. Would you at least try to look like the intriguing figures in the painting??
Cross-eyed and bald, you mean?
No, AA, we are here. But the chairs and the carpets and the pretty painted rooms are up to the mark - it's having hair and normal eyes that is the current regret (Mr HG is being cruelly dieted and not pleased with much right now).
OK HG I will try to explain my feelings for the luscious but obscure ghosts, protectors maybe? The strong arms. Here goes.....I did not see the vision yet, my mind was wondering to forget, then all at once, as if to shock, my very being had now a plot? I wondered on till then I saw a host of nymphs to be adored, their pure transparent smiling faces, they guide me like the womb embraces, and on I go to find my prize, the vision clear, it all revived, my life, it shall not be in doom, my heart shall seek eternal bloom. - oz anon.
OzA
You're most welcome to stay with the ghosts in the pretty painted rooms here whenever it suits you.
And in Frenzy (which is now restored in all the common parts and outside.) The Sovrintendenza is beside its artistic self and even gave way, under vivacious argument, on the colour it has been painted. They wanted poo brown but it is now the colour of sunlight - much more beautiful and, as our architect's studio was able to prove, correct too.
Good for you, saying no to the poo! I am as ever deeply immersed in the raising of our girls, but I see the travel light somewhere up ahead and I will certainly be visiting again. R has informed me that they will be on our doorstop Xmas morn, what a shame you both won't be with them. AA
P.S I definitely recognised the armchairs Mr HG. Looking forward to seeing them again. New recruits almost Europe bound, I told them about the duck dinner, time to visit the the butcher maybe? Have a wonderful summer. I am very jealous. AA
How is the summer shaping up? Anybody in the pool yet?
The summer shaped up to 38 degrees at the beginning of August and is now doing a steady 40 most afternoons. It isn't who is using the pool - it's whose turn is it to get out and put a meal together.
I could live on a coffee in the morning and ice cream the rest of the time but the tomato wars are at their height and it's bottle them or lose them as well. Australian bottled tomatoes are the most efficiently put up but enthusiasm is waning and papers are being written instead.
A mass outbreak to the local wine cooperative took place early this morning before the bad heat started as stocks were worryingly low particularly in the white and chilled sections of the cellar.
Big birthday celebrations last Sunday but we had to eat lunch indoors behind the sun shields. The water is holding out but the rate of flow is falling, so all of us are challenged by the elementary problems of taps and baths mysteriously without plugs and how long things take to fill and how many angels can dance on pinheads etc.
Still, I have learned the secrets of washing up with only tiny amounts of water and we're not down to plastic plates yet. At least the house keeps cool and the showers keep running but my roses are looking a sorry crisp of themselves.
The Greek party arrives on Tuesday and chit chat will take on a lawyerly tone, which is a bit more accessible than syntax and semantics. Is it correct, even if understandable, to say 'just a small bit of wine'? or should it always be 'a little bit'? 'Do I care?' you might ask yourself, but the Devil is in the details. Or should that be 'devil' as in lots of hard work?
See, the days of the sol leone have struck and the mind becomes undisciplined, or at least not willing to do other than idle.
We think we will have a cricket field - or at least a wicket and a biggish, cleared space. I noted that cricket is often played on dried mud with green round the edges so it would be possible - croquet is out of the question after seeing just what can happen here to any kind of grass. We are about to add to cricketing terms I suspect, as poor fielding or good batting is going to have the ball in the oaks, over the greppo, into the home olive grove or, if hit hard enough and accurately enough, down the vally and into the middle of next week. Bat advice and other equipment would be helpful, key words would be robust, not expensive, and, from the chaps, box.
The heat sounds dreamy, I for one would play a game in the heat just so I could sample the tomatoes and delicious olive oil once more.
Smart move stocking up the on the vino, the new recruits will be pleased.
PP has just walked in the door and is not amused- Australia lost on the bell playing the Kiwi's (rugby) and he cannot bring himself to turn on the cricket, dark days indeed.
Looking forward to photos.
P.S Happy Birthday-AA
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