News of covetable farmhouses and palazzi have been eclipsed by the little foal at CASA CAVALLINA. I visited yesterday and the stable door was open, no sign of them. Then across the field I saw the mare grazing. And beside her, barely visible lying flat on the ground, there she was. I waited. After a while she stood up on her spindly legs and skipped across the buttercups. Look at her nose-on and she is as thin as slice of toast ..
