When: Tue, 10/11/2022 - 7:30pm - Where: Casa Italiana Zerilli - Marimò

He walked and walked, coming to farms and villages, continuing on without stopping to ask their names.

Anyone who spotted a weed in a neglected field—a nice wild sorrel, say—and wanted to know whether it had come from a seed that had sprouted in the field, was blown in by the wind, or had been dropped there by a bird, would never, no matter how long they pondered it, reach a conclusion.

When he’d tell the story in great detail in his later years, and at great length (everything leads me to believe that our anonymous author heard the story from Renzo himself more than once), he would say that as far as he could remember, the whole night might as well have been a dream.

These texts, from Alessandro Manzoni's masterpiece I Promessi Sposi (The Betrothed), suggest three possible starting points for American photographer Mike Slack's year-long exploration of Northern Italy.