IT is an early summer morning along the Po River near Parma. Rays of sunshine through patches of rain scatter shards of rainbows. Red poppies punctuate fields of green and gold. In the distance, a late-season snowstorm has dusted the highest Alps.
Rows of trees fly by. I am streaking through this tableau in a silver-blue Maserati coupe, accompanied by the legendary tenor Enrico Caruso — a treasured recording of his performance of the Verdi aria “Celeste Aida” is soaring on the stereo. Read more…
