Once upon a time . . .

 This is the place where I was born and grew up, not only physically, but also professionally.
 Since childhood, under the guidance and teaching of my father, for so many years I brought Rome alive to thousands of tourists, was blessed by many friendships, and have encountered and experienced so many different languages, cultures, idioms, uses and customs of people coming from all over the globe.
 I want to share with you the story of the greatest friend of our family.  He was an old lion, one of my three teachers, an excellent tour operator as well as a formidable polyglot and pioneer of post-war Roman tourism.
 He often used to tell me that the person who had developed well our art of hospitality was able to do well just about anything under the sun.
 This is the place where I developed the first rudiments of an art and not of a job as many people think: the noble art of hospitality, which one is either born with it or not, is in one’s blood, in one’s dna, as in my case!
 This place belonged to our family for sixty long years, and even though it is no longer ours, it will always have a fond place in our memory.

   With affection.

Dedicated to all of those people in the world that have known me, still appreciate and love me.

                                                                                                                                        A.P. 

Hello, do you remembe me? 

Our family and history  a long tradition, an unforgettable experience and a dream lasted sixty years.