From the moment
Ms. Markel, a native Alabamian whose Southern
hospitality has not diminished, met my Alitalia
train from the Rome airport in Florence on a
drizzly Sunday morning, I sensed I had made the
right choice.
Minutes later,
as we drove through olive groves and vineyards
to the Pincitores’ Fattoria degli Usignoli (Farm
of the Nightingales),
that conviction strengthened.
When I sat
down to lunch with my new classmates in the converted
wine cellar that serves as the dining room, I
knew I was home.
Todd
S. Purdum,
The New York Times,
January 5, 1994
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