Etro Vicolo Fiori, a scent of magic.
The song of a fountain brimming with lotus and nympheas, the long-ago sweetness of climbing roses, the pulp of the fruit of May searched at a dinner on the terrace.
The delicate, refined shade of a hidden garden in Brera, the historical Milanese quarter that enfolds a botanical garden.
The source of inspiration, the modernity of Lombard romanticism.
