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There's a cake that lives in the memory of nearly every Italian family, and almost no one writes the recipe down. It's called torta di mele, a humble apple cake that nonnas across Italy have made so many times they could do it in their sleep, a handful of this, a splash of that, always plenty of apples. It's light, moist, not too sweet, and that soft dusting of powdered sugar on top makes it look far fancier than it actually is.

The travelers who leave Rome feeling like they truly experienced it aren't the ones who sprinted through twelve landmarks a day. They're the ones who chose a couple of things that genuinely moved them, wandered without an agenda, lingered over long lunches, and let Rome reveal itself slowly...Here are our tips to achieve that in 3 days!

There’s a side street in Cortona where, if you slow down long enough, you'll notice a small workshop window filled with objects that seem almost impossible. Wooden apples so finely polished they glow like glass. Wooden goblets so impossibly thin that, held to the light, they become nearly transparent. Horses whose flowing lines, Giancarlo will tell you with a quiet smile, were inspired not by nature but by hammers and workshop tools. This is Rossi Woodworkers, and it is one o

This is one of the finest artisan shops in Cortona, Italy, where handmade products hold the history and traditions of this beautiful hilltop town. My friend and local wood artisan, Giancarlo Rossi, introduced me to Chiara who shared more about her shop which she opened in November 2025. Though Chiara’s corsets are exceptionally well-crafted and made entirely by hand, that’s not the only thing that makes her corsets so remarkable.

Imagine it's the evening of Good Friday in Rome, and while tourists crowd around the Colosseum taking selfies, something extraordinary is happening in the neighborhood of Trastevere. A solemn candlelit procession winds through narrow medieval streets, carried forward by local confraternities in centuries-old robes. The air smells of incense and spring flowers. Romans lean from their balconies, some holding candles, as this tradition-unchanged for hundreds of years-passes belo