The photo was taken on our last morning in Stresa, after breakfast.
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As I’m writing this we are streaming through the green rice fields and farmlands of northwestern Italy, the country’s breadbasket. This would all look familiar to you, except for the centuries-old stone farmhouses, white egrets, and brown buzzards perched along the highway like red-tailed hawks. We’re crossing the Po River, headed south to the Italian Riviera.
An open letter to Rick Steves:
For me, the second day in the resort town of Stresa, Italy unfolded in flashes of detail; a tiny green fern growing out of a crack in the wall, a clear glass of grappa, two girls in bikinis playing with dogs on the beach. A train carried us through the mountains, across the border north into Locarno, Switzerland for lunch.
The WXXI Travel Club landed in Milan Sunday morning, jazzed and tired after an overnight flight from New York. A bus carried us through hills, vineyards, and quarries to the resort town of Stresa on Lake Maggiore, a few miles from the Swiss border. Here was everything already loved and familiar; emerald woods, sapphire waters, hills, fragrant gardens. I’ve heard the Finger Lak
Hooray for Google! By placing a virtual guitar at the fingertips of computer users, the powerful search engine inspired millions (billions?) of people to make music. Look below for three creative uploads from the two-day global music fest. If you miss it, the Google Guitar has a permanent home here. What can you play?
This week on WXXI-FM, Memorial Art Gallery curator of education Marlene Hamann-Whitmore offers an overview of the Fiberart International Show at the MAG.