The soul of a city explored by famous writers.

"And the panorama unfolds: to the left, Pera, far more beautiful when seen from afar; to the right, Istanbul in all its splendour; ahead, Scutari of Asia, a veritable grove of plane trees, fig trees and acacias, with a multitude of little purple houses nestled beneath the foliage —and there, suddenly, is the Bosphorus"

“Venice! Is there a city more revered, more celebrated, more serenaded by poets, more coveted by lovers, more frequented and more renowned?"

“It is the hermaphrodite island, a collision of mountains and sea, where opposites thrive and every political ideology and sexual preference finds a place.”

“What was this Paris like? What a vague name! She repeated it [...] for the mere pleasure of it; it rang in her ears like a great cathedral bell; it shone before her eyes, even on labels of her pomade-pots.”

"The charm of modern London is that it is not built to last; it is built to pass. [...] It is an impulse that makes for creation and fertility."

"Here the light penetrates directly to the soul, opens the doors and windows of the heart, makes one naked [...] in a metaphysical bliss which makes everything clear without being known."

"Naples is enthralling because every piece, fragment, or specimen mirrors the present, the past, and the future. It's not accurate to speak of a singular Naples, but rather of many cities intertwined into one."

"Nice unfolds before me like a captivating courtesan, reclining gently on the rim of her azure mirror, beneath the shade of blossoming orange trees. Her long hair cascades freely in the sea breeze, as waves tenderly caress her bare feet."

"It was in this grand workshop of Florence that the tradition of antiquity met with Christian idealism, where painters quenched the lips of archangels with Olympian nectar."