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.Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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.
