francesca bezzone

Traveling for real may be  difficult right now, but nothing says we can’t travel with our minds or  preparing for our next trip somehow. To do both at once, I thought it may be nice to take an ideal taxi …

I won’t speak about data and numbers, about contagion and hospitalizations: you can get all that type of information somewhere else. I’ve even thought whether writing this article was a good idea, whether bringing such a stark note into our …

“Napule è mille culure, Napule è mille paure, Napule è a voce d’ ‘e creature che  saglie chiano chianu e tu saje ca nun si sulo:” Naples is a thousand colors, Naples is a thousand fears, Naples is the voice …

There is a lot to say  about epidemics, because epidemics are as old as Man himself. While what we’ve been experiencing since last month is, without a doubt, unprecedented for our generation and the one of our parents, epidemics and …

The fourth week on lockdown in Italy starts today, 30th of March. Fifteen days ago, I made a post on L’Italo-Americano Facebook page, asking to you all to tell us what you loved the most about Italy. A place, a …

Here  we are, our second week in isolation begins. It’s strange  to think how much our existence has changed in such a short period of time. It’s strange to think something as minuscule as a virus can create such havoc. …

There are two words that truly define the essence of Italian Carnevale: the  first is maschera, or mask; the second is — of course — Venezia.  While every corner of the country celebrates this time of the year with parades, …

Si riparte, off we go. Off we go, back to work, to the gym, to grab a coffee with friends, but with our smiles covered with these ubiquitous little rectangles of blue or white material, so important to ensure our safety …

The world has been fighting the same enemy. Reality is, there is not such a thing as escaping the virus,  but in Italy we’ve finally reached a moment when it’s important to start looking forward and try  to reach some …

“Via Montenapoleone, il salotto di  Milano, ritrovo delle signore dell’élite della città.” It was 1954 when Dutch born singer Peter Van Wood sang his ode to the beating heart of Milan, the  spine of what was already the centre of …