The City through an architect grandpa’s eyes and his granddaughter’s ones

Since ever I share the passion for urban and city design with my grandpa Vittorio Franchetti Pardo, historian of architecture. So, during this long quarantine when we have been a part, despite living close, I decided to call and interview him by phone. Talking, we observed that the city has ideally, pheraps been the onlyContinua a leggere “The City through an architect grandpa’s eyes and his granddaughter’s ones”

Rome: between the geometries and the arteries of the Olympic Village

The twenty-ninth day of quarantine. Closed in my rented room in the Olympic Village, between a cup of coffee and the other, I approach the window, waiting for any minimal event thag could show up in my sight. Maybe senses became thinner because of isolation and loneliness, and the most evident change in perceiving theContinua a leggere “Rome: between the geometries and the arteries of the Olympic Village”

New York: the Big Apple half bitten

A black and white photo, which shows many cars in the queue, taken by a father who, in this long period of quarantine, plays with his son. Here, if we change our point of view even a little, we see a daily scene of a busy and chaotic New York street, where the gray turnsContinua a leggere “New York: the Big Apple half bitten”

Can a city call you by your own name?

I arrived to Hanoi on March the 1st without great expectations. In my eyes that place had the guilt of being a big city and I, with the typical presumption of the expert travelers, was convinced that big cities were all the same: noisy, dirty, busy and smelly. I arrived to Hanoi late one eveningContinua a leggere “Can a city call you by your own name?”

Damned the day I moved there

I moved to Milan on January 13th in 2020. Nobody spoke about the virus, even if at that time COVID-19 had already started spreading in Lombardy. Maybe the virus had travelled on a train like me. Maybe it had scattered in the large halls in the Central Station, holding on tight to someone’s backpack whileContinua a leggere “Damned the day I moved there”

A stroll around the Goutte-d’Or multicultural neighborhood in Paris

A perfect rectangle, the Goutte-d’Or neighborhood in the 18th district of Paris is bordered on the west by the Haussmannian Boulevard de Barbès and on the east by the rails of the Gare du Nord. The Rue Ordener and the Boulevard de la Chapelle, with its spectacular elevated subway, form its northern and southern borders.Continua a leggere “A stroll around the Goutte-d’Or multicultural neighborhood in Paris”