Marie-Ange Guillaume

The House in the Vineyard It's six o'clock in the evening and the village is still flooded with sunlight. You buy some Provence rosé at a local shop that also sells children's swimming pools, artificial flowers, real peaches, chaises longues, screwdrivers, vegetables, and even a single...

Preface by Sonja Bullaty Angelo Lomeo e have spent a good part of a year in Tuscany, spread over a span of 30 years. What we at first encountered in art is magically there, in reality— the trees and vineyards in a painting come to life on a Tuscan hillside. The name means so much more than...