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Passeggiata al Bariosco (near Rialmosso, Italy)

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On my last day in Rialmosso (Italy) after all three performances were behind us, the hiking boots finally came out.  Sadly the boots were massive overkill since the “hike” was really just a walk and the walk was really just a stroll.  But, I lugged those boots all the way here from Virginia, so on they go!

Anyway, the stroll in the park was behind Rosazza on a mountain trail that was well tended and obvious in the Italian way.  Gorgeous, filled with green trees, burbling creeks, and an ancient Italian village at the top.

I like listening to the woods as much as looking at them.  The sounds were curative.

We did the blue hikewalkstroll.

The four others included Santa Mariela, Matt (of the piano), Shooka (of the opera), and Dani (movement artist).

A fellow Tennessean.

 

A miniature concert at the top by Shooka with some movement by Dani.

 

After the walk we headed down to town (about one km away) and revisited Auto Bahn.  The others joined us there for dinner.

Tutti per la cena.

 

Stevie demonstrates proper chaise lounge form.

The imitators.

Ciao, bella!

 

Do Not Abandon Art in Italy

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Our resident artist in Rialmosso, April Claggett, made some excellent pictures under lots of diverse constraints.  Improvisational.  Realtime constrained.  Performance related.  Then, like all of us, she ran out of time.

So it was up to me to preserve her pieces, roll them up, find a tube and fly them back to the US.

That’s exactly what happened.

The one below is my very favorite.

Read more about our project here.

A Side Trip to Rosazza

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Just up the road (the windy windy road) about 12 or 15 km from the Villa Emma is Rosazza, a beautiful little Italian town in the mountains, exuding a simple rustic life.

The Fiat 500 (nero of course)

We went for fun.  Here is what we saw.

Dead people by a river in small dead people compartments.

 

Then one of the very old Austrian towers (with eagles even).

The town is magical and midieval.  Photographic evidence is sparse.

You have to walk the narrow maze of streets without a plan or a map.

Roofs are slate (or maybe that is granite).

Chimney engineering is, um, interesting.

 

As you can see from the clock, it is time for a Negroni.  So cross the foot bridge.

And here you are Auto Bahn.

Cin cin!