Me = I write, I edit, I speak Italian, I teach & I do some translation, too. Plus, I love these little sugar-dusted donuts that the Italians call ciambelline. Ciambellina = Chah-Mm-Bayl-LEEna. Welcome & start reading!
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
C'era una volta a Firenze
Più che una libreria, fu una chiesa per i libri.
Libreria Condotta was a delightful little bookshop not far from Piazza della Signoria. The type of bookstore with those old ladders left leaning against the shelves, which of course lined the place from floor to ceiling.
The owners were incredibly knowledgeable, and even a bit intimidating. I always had the sense I was interrupting something very important whenever I asked a question.
But they had everything, so many delicious Italian novels.
It's now a winebar. Ah, the remembrance of things past! Past and now lost forever.
Labels:
Ah...Italy,
Ciambellina,
Firenze,
Lingua,
Writing
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