about
the journey with “Lu”

Episode #1 – Stay Tuned

“Good evening, Mr. X, but where are you?”
“Good evening, Mrs. EmmePi, I’m on the A14, just before Ancona.”
“Good, so it’ll be here in half an hour.”
Mrs. EmmePi couldn’t have known before she saw me what a bad condition I have in my lower extremities.
“Maybe I’ll take advantage of these last few lights to take a couple of photographs.”
Two hours pass, and the lights of the first two weeks of July, luckily for me, are long and slow. Just what I need. I have all the super-bright lenses, they cost a fortune, and if I don’t use them during these times of sunset, twilight, dawn, and sunrise, what if I bought them for nothing?
So I linger, the weather on July 7th is perfect on the Adriatic coast, and the location of the first photos of the Parisian girl taken in Milan is a timeless place that enchants the soul. It’s what I need, it’s what I had thought, imagined, and wanted. At all costs. Not indifferent.
“Good evening, Mr. X, but where are you?”
“Good evening, Mrs. EmmePi, I just finished taking the last photograph. I’m in the car near Fermo. I’ll be with you in three minutes. Can you tell me something about the car’s storage? I’m worried about scratches on the bodywork or some other kind of inconvenience. I have to keep photographing it and I have to be careful in every aspect.”
In reality, there’s another reason, even more important.
The DS 7 Pallas Jules Verne Collection must not be seen by the wrong eyes.
I don’t want screenings of inappropriate movies to be open.
Eyes spoiled by mistrust, and I am someone who lives for respect for people.
But I had to, wanted to, must, want to take that photograph.
“I’ll put you through to my husband Mr. Esse and you can make an arrangement.”
I won’t write any more about room for the night.
I think this is enough to describe the needs of a very, very special client. Mind you, not a pain in the ass, but someone with very specific needs dictated by their profession and the resulting logistics, and by their discretion out of respect for those in those parts who might be bothered by going out in the middle of the night to take the photos they’ve planned, imagined, and desired. Like the set in Piazza del Popolo in Offida. At night, at four in the morning, when the first light of an Adriatic dawn (! No, that’s not Which Name of my room🥰, those reading this know that… well) changes the hues of the sky, which gradually fades from black to blue and finally into the dazzling orange of the sun now just below the horizon.
Truly special needs, the light, certain lights, are never replicable.
Mrs. EmmePi and her husband Mr. Esse were PERFECT hosts. They accepted my requests because they understood them, they helped me in every way, and they diligently ensured that their guest had everything and more during the day. Yes, because if you’re wandering around Offida and Fermo at night, you stay indoors during the day to rest. So, the suggestions to soak up some sun in one of the chalets (as they’re called in those parts) on the seafront were kindly declined. I would never have made my presence known on those shores. Never.
So, if Mrs. EmmePi and Mr. Esse were so understanding, I’ll leave you with the photographs I took to illustrate this review, so that the imagination born from the story reflects the reality of the place where I spent days and nights for three days.
When not out clicking.
Will I go back to them?
Yes, of course I’ll go back.
The decor at “MyHome” makes you feel cheerful, I like it.
A lot.
If I decide to take more photos in that area and one of my quick JourneyWithLu shots isn’t enough, yes, of course I’ll go back to them.
It will be my base of operations.
Discreet and invisible.
Only the car I’m photographing could give me away.
But it won’t be red.
When?
Who knows.

WHAT ARE MY GUESTS’ HOTELS?
THEY HAVE A HOUSE NEARBY.

#JourneyWithLu 

Reading on TripAdvisor’ “Lu” profile 😂