Onion Soup and Nero Wolfe
🇮🇹 Leggi questo articolo in italiano In Milan, October seems to have forgotten that it’s October. The calendar says autumn began more than a week ago. The days are already getting shorter, the afternoon light has turned more golden, and for weeks now shop windows have been filling with chocolate brown, burnt orange, charcoal grey and burgundy. Everything, in short, seems ready for autumn. Everything except the temperature. And for someone like me, this is starting to feel personal. I…