NTT1-Enchanted place in Matera Sassi

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT2-Midnight sun

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT3-Piazzetta dei Sassi of Matera

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT4-A corner in Sassi Matera

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT7-Old Towing

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT5-Church with epic light

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT6-Matera: i Sassi

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT9-Matera Sassi Corner

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT10-Matera Sassi Triumphal Arc

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt

NTT8-Bell tower with threatening shadow

Matera is the city where my mother was born and where I spent most of my childhood summers. Matera for me: has the taste of whipped cream just made, placed in waffle baskets left on the kitchen table for our breakfast; it smells at the kitchen cupboards of my grandmother's house; it is the look out of the windows with green wooden jealousies, watching people without them being able to see us; is the afternoon ice cream walking through the main course, dressed as princes and with the perennial terror of staining the shirt