I was delighted and honoured to be commissioned to shoot a bit of Italian magic, maybe a table with the most beautiful view, the Ghiselli’s out door dining room.
Listening to the nightingales singing as the sun set behind the rolling hills was really was breath taking as the thousands of fire flies lit up the valley after dark.
Our late friend and poet, the Jamaican James Berry MBE wrote a poem about Gugliano in 1998.
Like a mate, a place draws you to it.
We touched these undulating valleys:
they embraced and entranced us. Unlike
Shelley – who drowned in the waters of
Cinque Terre – we sank into the arms of these
