all that we have meant and mean to the world.

This will be the pervasive awareness that will gradually emerge once you cross the threshold of this extraordinary place. A museum that is above all a room of the soul, of the customs and of the history of each of us.

“In my life I have traveled a lot and thought a lot. But all I was able to do was go home."

"making Italian" will regain strength and luster here.

Arriving, in the soul of some, to kick.

cries of busy mothers who suddenly called us back. Because lunch was on the table.

the English genius makes everything he receives coarse and natural

the French genius dilutes, simplifies, logicalizes, adorns

the German genius mixes, mediates, cheats, moralizes

the Italian genius used in the freest and most refined way what he borrowed and put much more into it than he got from it, being the richest genius, who could donate the most.

a unique civilization in the world.

Together peasant and entrepreneurial. Mother mixture of the true "Italian genius".

Among the sweet melancholy of ancient lost Sundays.

Where family chatter, smells escaped from the pots and an armchair after lunch merged into a cradle for the soul.