Last weekend, we drove up to Filippo's childhood home and stole everything we liked for the new apartment. This red chair will be the dumping-spot for clothes we're too lazy to hang up.
Too bad the light's so low, but this is an artsy shot I took of myself in the bathroom mirror we'd propped outside the moving van. Filippo smashed the mirror moments later... 
His old house in Torre de Picenardi; the backyard is amazing, with a pond big enough to accommodate 40 ducks, if you're into that kind of thing. 
Town Hall and Main Street
Castle at the centre of town (across the street from Town Hall)
This is another house where we picked up some furniture; I'm madly in love with this style of old beams and new walls.
Filippo shutting himself into our friend's basement bomb shelter.