The British are still tempted by the peninsula

An article that appeared in The Times last week talks about an agreement between Italy and the UK for a special visa: Independent British citizens will be able to work in Italy for a year.

A romantic escape from Brexit. An article in The Times last week talks about an agreement between Italy and the UK for a special visa: Independent British citizens will be able to work in Italy for a year. But it is not only the customs veto that unites this great round of the third millennium with that of the eighteenth century, there is also a certain emotional impulse: the escape from the cloudy gray towards the sun, with all that is contemporary from the cloud.

One British newspaperSlice of La Dolce Vita»: Well, you do not leave a certain Italian brand. Fortunately, history takes care of pollen propagation. In the 19th century, Mary Shelley left us her notebook I travel to Italy And it is very narrow in the form of a postcard: it talks about carbonaria (not carbonara), about the uprisings and Italian culture that flourished – secretly – under the eagle of the coat of arms of Austria.

So, dear English nomads, we are waiting for you to tell us something we still don’t know. Obviously we’ll be giving a ride on Vespa and a stop under the bell tower for “He loves me He doesn’t love me”: not everything “branded” has melted.

Love and other grand tours

A romantic getaway from Brexit. An article in The Times last week announced an agreement between Italy and the UK for a special “digital backpacker visa” that would allow independent UK nationals to work on the shoe-like peninsula for a year. But it is not only the customs routine that calls for comparison between this grand tour of the third millennium and that of the eighteenth century: there is a clear emotional impetus as well, the desire to escape from the gray clouds into the bright sunlight … the contemporary “cloud”.

The British newspaper pledgesSlice of La Dolce Vita“: Even on vacation travel, the stereotype of Italian food is inescapable. Fortunately, history takes care of spreading pollen around it. In the 1800s, Mary Shelley kept a diary covering her trip to italy which seemed to fit perfectly in the postcard format of idyllic pictures: she wrote about the Italian secret society whose members advocated liberal and patriotic ideas (i.e. “carbonari – not to be confused with ‘carbonara’, the famous Roman egg and bacon pasta dish), and political uprisings The secret culture that flourished in Italy, which ruled Austria.

So, English nomads, come on, all of you… and tell us something about ourselves that we don’t already know. A Vespa ride, followed by a stop under the nearest bell tower to pluck petals from a daisy and perform the “love me/love me-no” routine, is upon us: Not all Italian stereotypes wither.