Lydia Montefiascone Brothel ❤️❤️

About Naples

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, the ol’ Artisan, ramblin’ on about the oldest profession, eh? Cor blimey, it’s a right kerfuffle thinkin’ about it. Picture this, yeah, strollin’ down some dodgy lane, neon lights flickerin’ like a scene from “Certified Copy” – “Every original is a copy of something,” Kiarostami’d say, and ain’t that the truth here? Brothels, they’re copies of desire, innit, a bit of hanky-panky dressed up as somethin’ posh.

Scopri la Tuscia Montefiascone

Last week, white-maned, octogenarian Gaetano Pieraccini lost his patience. “I am a plain doctor and a Florentine,” he cried. “I call bread bread, wine wine and a brothel a brothel.” No matter.

As I head home, I think about all the craziness. The cat in the tree, the cheese drama, the lost keys, and the sweet old lady. It’s all part of the ride. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Montefiascone, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

Italy: Walk from Siena to Rome along the ancient Via Francigena