I love Milan and its dome, a solitary diamond on a calloused hand, Turin and its tiara of museums like so many precious stones, Bologna « l'Italienne », gifted Modena, Siena and its Campo - an urban transcription of the Spring of Botticelli -, Florence the snob, Naples and Palermo, old ladies ruined but never tired of seducing, Montepulciano, severe despite its charm, full of dignity...