My God, How I Love Italy!

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Il Vittoriano, Piazza Venezia, on the slope of The Capitoline Hill. Rome, Italy.

This country has a very special spirit of some charming magic. Every time you come here, you leave a part of your soul, feeling sorry to go away again. Why I feel so sad to be leaving Italy for any other country? (Okay, okay, the Maldives is exception). At all, why I was born not here!

Look at the picture! This is one Roman citizen, probably familiar to many of you.

The Cameron Gallery, Tsarskoe Selo, Russia.

Don’t you think our profiles look very similar? Maybe my ancestors were the Italians? Oh, dear, what a hell did you leave your birth-place? Why did you go to the unknown North or mysterious East? Have you thought about the descendants? Don’t you understand you have condemned me to a life NOT in Italy?! :-)

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My Heart Remains in Italy

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A Christmas holidays again. We are taking rest. There is a time to dream and to… bring back. How is it there in Italy now?

I felt like to have a look on Milan

Duomo. Milan. Italy

lace of Duomo

To see a lacy cathedral – this is how I call it. :-) The constructions of Duomo, as it is called by the Milanese, have been lasted for ages. A Celtic sanctuary of the down of history and the Temple of Minerva later on, during the ancient Romans, stood just where the lacy white-marble cathedral spires to the sky now.

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Dozza, Wine and Painted Walls

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That day we was about to move from Florence to Venice, but was stopped by Dozza – the tiny Romagna castle and town near Bologne.

Dozza, Italy

Dozza, Italy

As a matter of fact my navigator (and wife) – the fan of Schumacher and Ferrari – was dreaming to see Imola on our way, but we’ve landed a little earlier, didn’t make it to the Mecca of Italian motor racing about 30 kilometers.

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