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Eloisa's Travels

Extras: Eloisa's Travels

After I fell in love with Alessandro, Europe became my backyard. As well as spending a year in Paris (and writing a memoir of the year, Paris in Love), we spend every summer in his hometown, Florence, Italy. Want to see pictures of my travels? How about some advice if you’re planning a trip to Italy? Here’s the place to look—I will be adding to this section all the time!

Publication Day Celebration: Eloisa Style

On publication day, Eloisa was in Florence, Italy, where she lives each summer (as her husband is Italian). There she celebrated the release of Not that Duke with her family, and took many photos some of which she shares below. One of the things her daughter Anna said: “This book is more about lust than […]

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Take a Trip to Elba

Long for a postcard-perfect getaway? Eloisa’s novel Lizzie & Dante is set on the Italian island of Elba. She reveals why you just may fall in love with it if you visit…Take a tour.

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Paris on Pennies

Paris is far more than a shopaholic’s dream: the Eiffel Tower and the Mona Lisa await you, not to mention the architecture, parks, food…. But the idea of coming home without some sort of French frippery is heartbreaking. So, without further ado, here’s how to shop in Paris for under $200. Most important is decide […]

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Paris in Love

When I was fifteen, I hung two black and white etchings of Paris on the wall of my bedroom. I grew up on a farm in Minnesota, and those pictures were reminders that the world was bigger than the cornfield that stretched in front of our yard. Unfortunately, rather than marrying a Frenchman, I fell […]

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