“Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me ... May summer last a hundred years.”
- Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun
I recently begun a series exploring films that transport me to other places here on Andrea Reh and, as an avid reader (and writer), I thought it might be fun to share books that do the same. The delightful Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes introduced me the realm of the travel memoir when I was a teenager, and I have been on a constant lookout for other writers whose books are imbued with the same deeply evocative sense of place ever since. Though the concept of moving to Italy (or France), purchasing a ramshackle villa and writing about the renovation process has since become something of a cliche, Mayes was - along with Peter Mayle - one of the first to do so, and her evident delight in the quirks of her new home - and new hometown in the Tuscan countryside - is highly contagious.