This was the name by which grandmother Nina, the municipal midwife, was known to all.
This was his home. Here, at any hour of the day or night, someone came to ask for his help because a new life had decided to come into the world.
Everything had remained there, stopped in time, until 2020, when together with my partner we decided to leave Rome behind and move to the sea. Hence the idea of adapting the house to a place that could accommodate people who want to take a break from their everyday life.
We let ourselves be guided by a dream: to let every single tile of those perfectly preserved floors tell you a story embroidered to measure and colored with the warm tones of amber yellow and rust red. In the background, the center of Sciacca, with its typical shouting of a southern land overlooking the Mediterranean.
Finally, strongly believing in the importance of memory, we decided that each of the five rooms would bear the name of a grandmother, because it is to them too, that deep down, we feel we owe what we are today.