Arthur Rubinstein once famously stated that he couldn’t imagine a world without Beethoven. I, if I may be so bold as to paraphrase him, cannot imagine a world without Italy.

I don’t know if it’s the climate, the colours of the streets, the perfected carelessness of the locals’ attitude or just the drop of ancestral Roman blood in me, but I love everything about this place. And Verona couldn’t be more representative of all the good things in Italy.