While in Miami, I had the pleasure of meeting up with the lovely Paula, a Hana friend who grew up in Miami and happened to be visiting while I was there. We ventured to the Coconut grove neighborhood where she took me to the hidden treasure, Vizcaya. Vizcaya was the estate of the wealthy executive James Deering in the mid 1900’s. After his death it became a museum plush with lavish Italian gardens and perfectly preserved rooms that reflect the opulent lives once lived within it’s walls. We found canivalesque painted poles disintegrating in the mangroves, quinceañera princesses having their picture taken on the lawn, and hidden doors in the rock walls. It was the kind of place that inspires stories in the mind of the things that transpired there a century ago.Viscaya02 Viscaya03 Viscaya04 Viscaya05 Viscaya06 Viscaya07 Viscaya08 Viscaya09 Viscaya10 Viscaya11 Viscaya12 Viscaya13 Viscaya14 Viscaya15 Viscaya16 Viscaya17 Viscaya18 Viscaya19 Viscaya20


I encountered this man walking down the ragged, rain-coated steps that lead Marella, O. and me to the house in the succeeding pictures. He and the rest of the men in the tiny mountain town were lingering around the Café bar drinking stinging Grapa and Moscato at 4 in the afternoon as an authentic Italian should.

The House was build into the hillside amongst the old homes that appear to be sinking into the very earth. From the outside it looks 40 plus years old, inside is a balance of modest and venerable architecture that adapts to the terrain rather than carving into it. Of the many houses O. and I photographed in Italy, this was surely my favorite. Overlooking a small valley in the Etruscan Mountains with the sound of rain making rivers in the streets and a glass of red wine warming my lips, I’d have stayed for weeks.


This Family home has been passed down for three generations. I learned the word Tutti here – or at least I think I did – it means all.