

We were out on a property search this week with Bepe, our architect friend who specialises in drooling over historical properties and frescoes in particular. Remo (our property scout) had called us and said this one you will die for, or kill for. Show this to an American, he says, and they will faint on the spot. He does tend to talk like that about every villa or house he sees, but this time...this time, he's got it right.

So we drive almost to the coast, near Pedaso, that cheeky little seaside town, and drive up the hill to a town called Massignano. never been there before and well... it's very very pretty. Remo is late of course and we are chewing our fingers because Bepe has to get back to Sarnano for a very important meeting with the mayor. At last Remo turns, dressed up to the nines, but none of us asks why, we just presume it's got something to do with the Villa, like he dresses for the occasion.
The villa itself is next to the town arch and as we near it three other men turn up, one with the keys, and the others? no idea.

Suddenly we are inside and the beauty of the place hits us instantly. Bepe is super drooling. This is fantastic he says and insists I go around and photograph the terra cotta paving. Look, I say, I really must photograph the villa too, as we're in a rush.

Rush?, he says...no problem this is more important than the mayor.
So I relax and wander around snapping.

Nice afternoon out