I shall write about Verona in the subpage, dedicated to this exciting city, because I know it a little bit better than the rest of the places I have seen.

Padua is the closest to me city in Italy, since it is the burial place of my patron saint (I am atheist, but it does not matter), my namesake, Saint Antonio. His mortal remains are buried in a wonderful church, the Basilica di Santo, in medieval surroundings. I may be wrong, but I recall that the beauty of the church and of the huge, simply decorated, but still dazzling tomb moved me so much , that I put my right palm on the tomb and said hello to Saint Antonio.

I am also fond of Udine which I first visited because I had read in a guide that the (central) square of the city is the most beautiful in the world. This Piazza della Liberta is probably not the most beautiful, but definitely one of the nicest, warmest small nests. Do not miss it if you go to Italy.

Pordenone is - if I remember well - the small city, the Gothic church of which surprised us: Hungarians robbed it around the turn of millennium (around 1000). No doubt we must have been frightening barbaric horde at that time.

Milan = elegance, chic, beauty, probably romance. I mention here only two sites of interest. The Maria Nascente Cathedral is definitely one of the most shocking, impressive, unforgettable, it is simply the beauty in stones and marble, I cannot describe in details. La Scala - one of the most famous opera houses of the word is the opposite: the building is hidden in a not very wide street, does not impress the onlooker at all. Still, go there and have a look at this treasure of music.

Turin = industry, visit it if you have something to do with the production of automobiles, electrical equipment, artificial silk. It is also the gateway to the Italian Alps, mountains covered by snow decorate the western horizon of the city. 

I drove to Carrara to visit the international fair of marble and other stones. The city must be indeed the centre of one of the biggest marble producing areas of the world. As you approach Carrara the nature converts itself into a chain of quarries and workshops. The fair was worth to see, the rich variety of colour, design of stones was stunning. I was so close to Pisa, I decided to jump over and have a look at the word-famous inclined tower. When I entered the city, I was a little bit disappointed, because I thought the tower will dominate the scene. It is not. You have to search for it. But when you walk into the square of the cathedral you do not believe your eyes: the tower seems to collapse any moment. The closer you go, the more you are astonished at the impossibility of the phenomenon, at what you see with your own eyes. Strange, really strange.

This is a drop of what I love. I have several times travelled to skiing areas in Italy or through Italy to France and the more I see of Italy the more I am impressed about its architectural richness, the way they preserve ancient cultural monuments or even simple old houses, buildings. Go and see for yourself.