25 August 2019
In my early years in Geneva I saw a film, “La Trace”, which I enjoyed.
It tells the adventures of a man who travels from France to Italy, before they were countries, selling ribbons and buttons and sewing materials.
Somewhere in the plain in Italy he meets a German selling accordeons, and buys one.
The accordeon becomes a character in the film.
Today I stopped at Rifugio Morelli for a coffee. There on the table stood a beautiful, small accordeon.
Paolo Giraudo told me he is a carver and started making accordeons. He has made about 40.
The one I admired is not for sale; he made it for his daughter from old chestnut wood he recovered from furniture.
Today I had my Italian accordeon moment.
J and J on the move 