29/10/2026
There’s a quiet joy in scrolling back through the camera roll.
Morning light on the Tuscan coast. Bicycles ride in Forte dei Marmi. A table set for lunch that lasted all afternoon.
None of them were grand moments. They were small and unhurried and tender, and somehow they became the ones we return to most.They’re a gentle reminder of who we were in Forte dei Marmi, and of how easy it felt to simply be.
As the Imperiale prepares for its new chapter, we’re holding these memories close and dreaming of the ones still to come.
Until we meet again...