No, don't worry I haven't converted to food blogging, there are enough great ones out there! I do however, have the urge to show everyone the pizza we had in San Remo this summer. That's one thing I love about Italy, on every street-corner..or even in the middle of the street, whether you pay a fortune or a tuppence, the pizza is guaranteed to be sublime. Funny how it originated as 'the dish of the poor people' in Napoli and grew to become a global favourite.
A spontaneous weekend drive accross the border into Italy brought us to the enchanting hilltop village of Bussana Vecchia. We were originally just going for pizza but we ended up taking in some history and art too. The village was destroyed by an earthquake at the end of the nineteenth century, driving all of its inhabitants to nearby San Remo and leaving it a ghost town. The story goes that in the 70's a bunch of artists arrived and renewed its character, filling it with funny sculptures, frescoes and tons of plants. We arrived on the hottest of Saturdays, where lazy cats sprawled themselves on patios and windows were wide open, begging the wind for some relief. The more I explored, the more I fell in love with it.
