Category: Regional Styles

I was kneeling in the dust of a crumbling courtyard near Pienza last autumn, my fingers tracing the jagged edge of a limestone block, when I realized how much we get wrong about these structures. Most travel brochures treat the…

I was kneeling in the dust of a Chianti cellar last Tuesday, my flashlight catching the rhythmic, uneven scarring of a chisel on a limestone lintel, when I realized how much we get wrong about this landscape. Most people look…

I remember kneeling in the dust of a crumbling Sicilian courtyard last summer, my fingers tracing the grit of a lime-based mortar that felt entirely alien to the precision of the Venetian brickwork I’d surveyed a decade prior. People love…