Break at Demel

Tomorrow's Buffet

Cappuccino & Cornetto

Before leaving Italy I couldn't make without a good breakfast at the bar on the main square of Saronno. Needless to say, cappuccino and cornetto (or brioche, as the people from Milan obstinately pretend to say) couldn't miss on the table.

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Saturday Morning

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Polenta

Polenta was once considered the poors' meal. Simple and easy. Perfect and practical substitution of bread. Companion of every kind of food. Warm and satisfactory. A meal that let lower classes feel like princes.

Nowadays it has become a rarity. No one has anymore time to spend standing beside the fireplace. Polenta's powder is only sold half cooked. One hour has shrunk into five, three, sometimes two minutes. Less than a microwave oven warm up. Instant.

So have become our gatherings at the table. Youngsters come late, sit and rush away soon. No time to stay and talk with their parents. What should they talk about? Who's this fault, I wonder.

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Terrae

This time ("once in a while never hurts") I thought I couldn't turn these pictures to B&W. Notwithstanding the extensive color palette, there's already that kind of balance and selectivness a B&W picture provides.

An undecided (little) man - I

Gut Feelings - Good Feelings