Excerpt of Casa Rossa by Francesca Marciano
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Puglia is the heel of Italy, the thinnest strip of land between two seas. Lorenzo, my grandfather, said it was exactly this--the refraction of the sun hitting the water on both sides--that made the light of Puglia so rich and warm. He had chosen to buy a house there because of it. He needed to paint in that light, he said.
Way before it was called Casa Rossa, the house had been a crumbling farmhouse--a masseria--built in the eighteen-hundreds, surrounded by a wall in the midst of an olive grove among the open fields in the countryside south of Lecce.
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