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Telemaco Signorini (Italian, 1835-1901)

L’Ardenza (Albereta ad Antignano)

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" Castle of Boccale " //© Andrea Maestosi

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Square scene in Livorno, Tuscany region of Italy

Italian vintage postcard

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Terrazza Mascagni, Livorno, Italy

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 - Photos of the day 🌊 MAREGGIATA POTENTE. Liguria, ma soprattutto Toscana, hanno assistito ad una nuova intensa mareggiata quest'oggi, sabato 2 dicembre. Livorno e Marina di Pisa sono state le aree più colpite, con allagamenti diffusi per le strade.

La boa di La Spezia ha toccato un'altezza d'onda significativa di 6 metri, e successivamente un periodo fino a 10 secondi.

❄️ Arriva la neve? Seguici per rimanere aggiornato. Potete trovare il LINK DIRETTO alle previsioni in BIO ⤵️ 👉🏻 @meteo_limet 👉🏻 @meteo_limet

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Livorno

Boccale Castle in Tuscany, Italy

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Fortezza Nuova | Livorno | Toscana | Italia

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Our first impressions have NEVER been more wrong about a city in Italy! 😳 Today our hearts get swept up in the colourful & coastal port city of Livorno - AKA: Little Venice! 😍🇮🇹 

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my waves meet your shore ever and evermore

By Federica Giordano

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Taste of Tuscany

A 5 Star Experience on a budget

Ribollita: a vegetable and bean soup, thickened with bread. Enjoyed at a cozy restaurant, Trattoria Rigoletto, at the foot of San Gimignano.

Bistecca alla Fiorentina: a real treat of a well known Florentine T-bone. Served salted and sizzling, and yes, we got to choose our own. Enjoyed right in the food market of Florence.

Mint and Lemon Ravioli: A light and refreshing meal. The restaurant was lovely, and they had delicious crostini which we gobbled up before taking a photo even crossed my mind. Il Caffè degli Amici, Tavarnelle Val di Pesa

Chicken and Waffles: not something commonly found in Italy, so it was a rare remedy for homesickness. Actually really on point compared to a lot of American cuisine found in Italy. They even had American coffee with refills. This restaurant in Florence absolutely understood the assignment. Rooster Cafe, Florence

Lampredotto: a sandwich made with tripe and spinach. Absolutely amazing. Tripe is tender and juicy. A bit greasy. Very messy. Definitely a comfort food. A long wait, but worth it. Prètto Prosciutteria e Convivio, Siena

I read a lot of articles that made it seem super easy to find these things, and it wasn't. These Tuscan dishes aren't found all over the place. We traveled to Livorno for cacciucco, and we couldn't find it. The restaurant that we went to served it, but we had to make a request in advance, so we neither got to try it or explore Livorno. So if you want to try these things, be careful and plan ahead. Do your research. They're worth it, but it's not as easy as articles would lead you to believe.

We did get dinner and a show in Tavarnelle. A couple was celebrating an anniversary, and their choir sang. It was a lovely night and a rare experience. Definitely a night and a trip to remember. Each place had incredible food with fair prices, and our airbnb greeted us with a bottle of chianti, which we enjoyed with a chocolate hazelnut tart from a local supermarket.

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Square scene in Livorno, Tuscany region of Italy

Italian vintage postcard

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On 30 August 1902, the day after the imperial family had attended the wedding of his brother-in-law Nicholas of Greece and Helen, the only daughter of Grand Duke Vladimir, in the church of the Catherine Palace at Tsarskoe Selo, Paul left St Petersburg for Italy, taking with him a case containing the three million roubles he had asked a court official to bring to him at the railway station.

Ella and Serge followed, hoping that they might somehow make him change his mind. It was to no avail. As they, like the Tsar, were to discover after the event, Paul had married his recently-divorced mistress that September in the Greek Orthodox church at Livorno (Leghorn) in Tuscany. Writing to his distraught children, he explained what he had done and why he would have to live abroad for some time.

In Paris, Paul and Olga whose relationship grew stronger still, came to enjoy a cosmopolitan, cultured and stimulating lifestyle. If they were not the guests of honour at high society functions, at the opera or the ballet, they were entertaining artists, writers and distinguished visitors at home. Paul collected antiques and works of art and, in short, lived a fuller, more rewarding life than might otherwise have been the case had he remained in Russia.

He was, nevertheless, deprived of his children and even though he had been warned of the forfeits of a morganatic marriage, he may still have hoped that the Emperor would allow Dimitry and Marie Pavlovna to live with him. Instead, their guardianship passed to Serge at his request; notwithstanding the close bond the two brothers had always shared, the lack of consultation over that left Paul – although it was he who had broken all the rules – angry and bitter.

At home, Marie and Dimitry would never accept the fact that their father had left them, blindly believing that he was somehow the injured party, the innocent victim of a harsh imperial system. As a consequence, both would always, though perversely, blame Serge and Ella for what they were not; in other words for not being the father who had abandoned them to begin a new life and a new family. In time, Marie's lifelong resentment would find public expression in her highly subjective autobiography, Education of a Princess, which she would publish in New York in 1930 and would tellingly dedicate to the memory of her father.

As a man who always loved children and who, for all his failings, deeply loved his nephew and niece, Serge was happy to have Dimitry and Marie under his wing. We cannot be so sure about Ella's feelings, however. That she was hurt and angered by Paul's dereliction of duty and family is beyond all doubt. Indeed, as a once intimate and loving sister-in-law, her attitude towards him changed completely and, though civil to him when they did meet again, it is unlikely she ever forgave him. Nor does her surviving correspondence, for all its diversity and detail, shed any light on her innermost feelings at this time.

Yet here was a childless 37-year-old woman, who had married at the age of nineteen, who from the first year of her marriage had had to put up with endless gossip, rumour and innuendo about her husband and the state of their relationship, who now found herself with a ready-made family. While it is not always possible to take everything she wrote as fact – reminiscences coloured by time and prejudice are not the most reliable of sources – we can be sure that Marie Pavlovna was telling the truth when she wrote, 'Throughout our early childhood – throughout, indeed, our uncle's lifetime – Aunt Ella showed no interest in us or in anything that concerned us, and she saw as little of us as she could. She appeared to resent our presence in the household, and our uncle's evident affection for us.'

Ella: Princess, Saint And Martyr - Christopher Warwick