Instead of America, it is in Provence that Luigi will put his bundle. And with his hands that could no longer exploit a land that no longer wanted to give, he will build our roads, our bridges and our dams. Luigi was my grandfather, a dashing man with a romantic destiny who faced two wars, misery and fascism, before meeting Cesira and founding a family that grew up in the shadow of the Tour de France and Yvette Horner’s accordion. But his story, if it is singular, is also the one of hundreds of thousands of Italians who left their homeland to settle in France, Switzerland, Belgium…
And everywhere else.