by scapelli_lzs3r6yj | Jun 22, 2022
The first time I noticed the bunker I was stationed nearby in an ambulance. It was winter, it was bitterly cold and there was a thick thick fog. I am not originally from Cesenatico, I came here 30 years ago for work reasons, and for the last 19 years I have been a Red...
by scapelli_lzs3r6yj | Jun 22, 2022
Between the twenties and sixties of the last century, four friends, all musicians and all from Cesenatico, chose this garden to meet up with each other after they returned from long and important business trips around the world. Three of them were double bass players:...
by scapelli_lzs3r6yj | Jun 22, 2022
You will not believe it, but there was a time when as children we didn’t even know that the large pits in this square existed. They were created to keep fish and other foods cool. Nowadays they are a tourist attraction and tell a story of Cesenatico’s past. In town...
by scapelli_lzs3r6yj | Jun 22, 2022
There are so many benches along the port, but this one is special to me. From here I can see the inscription “1911” on the wall of the fish market. How many stories could that wall tell? Many, I’m sure, my story too. If I close my eyes, I see myself as a...
by scapelli_lzs3r6yj | Jun 22, 2022
From this corner of Cesenatico my gaze embraces a piece of history of the city, and a little bit of mine too. When I look at the town hall, a white, imposing building designed by Giò Ponti in 1960 and situated on the other side of the port, I think it was my father...
