Wednesday June 8
Cornuda bound we are! Woke this morning at 6:20. My new pal (im calling Brooklyn) had to run back up to her room bc she had put her pants on inside out... Tell me, there's just something kind of wrong about waking with the sun while traveling in Italy. However, something tells me that it just might be worth it. Have yet to be disappointed thus far on the trip.
We've had this constant haze over the city the past 3 days that every now and then turns into rain showers. Not the most ideal weather, but it creates this fabulous diffused glow for picture-taking.
That's all for now. My eyes are heavy & my brain hasn't quite turned on yet. Here I'll sit, staring out the window of the train. Hypnotized by the blur of terra cotta, stucco, graffiti & sea of vibrant green vegetation surrounding.
and so the trek begins...
first stop: Botter Pasticceria Caffé
drooling...
still drooling...
Just arrived in Cornuda! Stopped off at Botter Pasticceria Caffé & perhaps had one of the best cappuccinos in my life. No joke... and yes I know I've said that about 10 times already... The texture of the foam, the perfect pull if espresso paired with an authentic conolli; so light & fluffy. Delectable. Now back on to our bus and onward to the print shoppe.
Helvetica
Master printer. A true man of his kraft.
Jonathan. Lita. Elise.
...and more helvetica
The one and only Louise Fili, sharing a print she found in the studio that she found lovely
Fell in love with a sink.
Amazing wall art, all old wood block letters.
There he is again.
Nerd alert, walking to this restaurant reminded me of a scene out of Under the Tuscan Sun.
Picturesque doesn't even begin to summarize.
the crew
oh, look! It's-ah me-ah.
Incredible vintage woodblock letters. Another thing I fell in love with while I was here.
Drawers and drawers and drawers of beautiful wood blocks.
They had a built-in wall shelving system that housed their rare letter collection.
N, for Nicoletta
The. Original. Bodoni. Type. Manual.
(Gasp!)
the cool letterforms from about, in use.
Holy crap, I've never been around so many über type geeks EVER! It was ah-maz-ing! Just left the Tipoteca Italia Foundation (tif). Our handsome Italian type guide, Alesandro, took us through a beyond incredible collection of printing presses, wood type from the 1800s, the original Bodoni typeset collection from 1500s... You would have thought we just saw Brad Pitt with the amount of photos we were taking (however, if it was brad pitt I could care less). Wow. And breathe.
Did I mention lunch? Nope, I don't think I did. We walked about a mile to Tratoria da Luciano, a family-owned Italian restorante in the fields of Cornuda. Chianti & local Prosecco to start, vegetable risotto al dente, followed by a tender pork roast & roasted fingerling potates... These are the things dreams are made of.
