As I walk through the gate of the 600-year-old Castel Sismondo in Rimini on Italy’s Adriatic Coast, I’m enveloped by a muttering voice. No, the voice isn’t my own internal monologue saying, “um, what is this trippy place,” though it does add to that sentiment.
Instead, the voice sputters trains of thought in Italian, with notes and scripts from the iconic Italian director Federico Fellini. Like Fellini’s movies, the new Fellini museum is a fantastic, bizarre, lavish, and extravagant experience—words that have come to define “Feliniesque” in the Oxford Dictionary—and I can’t wait to tell people about it.
