The Soft Velvety Chairs of Fermo

I have just returned home from glorious whirlwind visit of Fermo and of the many things I have to tell you what stays in my mind are rows of velvet chairs. Crimson, scarlet, the colour of honey and gold, hundreds are to be found in the city's churches, theatre, salons and meeting rooms, spaces that are vaulted, marbled, curtained, hushed, prepared and waiting for me and you to attend a violin concerto, The Marriage of Figaro, the wedding of friends, a reading of poetry, an uplifting conference, but above all they made me feel invited and seduced by this bewitching little town.

Lunch 3: ciliege

Here is what I had for lunch today, a bewitching Marche recipe:

Walk to cherry tree. Pick cherries for two hours. Eat as few as possible, but of course too many. Walk home, basket full, tree still laden. Make a little caffe. Call mother and ask for cherry jam recipe. Give remaining cherries to Maria my neighbour. Leave the rest on the tree for the crows. Perfect.