Morning in Matera If there’s one city that always stops me in my tracks, it’s Matera. Every time I arrive, I stand for a moment just to take it all in — the stacked stone homes, winding stairways, and soft golden light spilling across rooftops. It’s impossible not to feel something here. We started our morning at the overlook, coffee in hand, watching the mist rise over the Sassi. The town feels like a labyrinth — narrow lanes, archways, and stairs that twist in every direction. You half expect to see someone from a movie scene step out from behind[…]
