In Italy, writes Chris Watts, Saint Nick plays second fiddle to La Befana, the Christmas Hag. Just don’t call her a witch.
Rachel Pieh Jones writes from Forli, (adopted) home of dictators, bell towers, pseudo-historical scandal, and perhaps the world’s most beautiful prison.
Chris Watts runs down five underrated Italian locales, from Abruzzo National Park to the ruins at Paestum: “Be careful,” he writes of the town of Lucca, “this place, like it’s famous Tuscan wine, is intoxicating.”
Headed to Italy? Chris Watts runs down the country’s most underwhelming hotspots and offers up some fresh alternatives.
The best way to see and taste Italy’s Po River Valley, writes Samantha Fields Alviani, is on two wheels: “As we pedaled, caught up in the mechanical sweep of rubber against old road, my focus drifted to thoughts of Parmigiano-Reggiano and glasses of Lambrusco.”
When gnarled grape vines hang heavy with clusters of plump fruit, it’s time to harvest in Tuscany.