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  • It’s 5 a.m. in Urbino. Broken glass and scattered trash litter the streets and alleyways of the piazza. Flyers float with a bobbing beer bottle in the fountain. The stairs along the cafes are sticky and reek of alcohol. As the sun rises, so do the faithful employees of the Marche Multiservizi.

    The Morning After

    By Elizabeth Zabel
    It’s 5 a.m. in Urbino. Broken glass and scattered trash litter the streets and alleyways of the piazza. Flyers float with a bobbing beer bottle in the fountain. The stairs along the cafes are sticky and reek of alcohol. As the sun rises, so do the faithful employees of the Marche Multiservizi.

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  • Concetta “Titti” Carraturo is the center of attention today. She wears a stylish white peplum top, fitted black pants, matching heels, and a smile. Occasionally her hand reaches up to gingerly touch the laurel wreath with red ribbons resting on her head.

    Wearing the Laurel

    By Leah Koch
    Concetta “Titti” Carraturo is the center of attention today. She wears a stylish white peplum top, fitted black pants, matching heels, and a smile. Occasionally her hand reaches up to gingerly touch the laurel wreath with red ribbons resting on her head.

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  • In this small hilltop village, hundreds of runners and spectators from all over the Marche region flock into the cobblestone streets and gather in anticipation. At nightfall, a booming voice echoes between the tight city walls and calls runners to the starting line.

    The Running Club

    By Jilanne Doom
    In this small hilltop village, hundreds of runners and spectators from all over the Marche region flock into the cobblestone streets and gather in anticipation. At nightfall, a booming voice echoes between the tight city walls and calls runners to the starting line.

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  • On a warm, summer afternoon, five young feminist women were standing with their flyers in the Piazza Della Repubblica, looking for people to read their declarations calling for abortion rights.

    Women on the Ramparts

    By Melek Kucukuzun
    On a warm, summer afternoon, five young feminist women were standing with their flyers in the Piazza Della Repubblica, looking for people to read their declarations calling for abortion rights.

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  • There is a woman in the Piazza Della Repubblica. She wears her favorite dress: A red mini. She puts on makeup. She wants everybody to look at her, but nobody does. She is disappointed.

    Freedom’s Just Another Word…

    By Derya Ozturk
    There is a woman in the Piazza Della Repubblica. She wears her favorite dress: A red mini. She puts on makeup. She wants everybody to look at her, but nobody does. She is disappointed.

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  • Urbino students train to help preserve Italy’s artistic memories. URBINO, Italy – Sitting on a short stool in a small, crowded laboratory inside the 15th century Ducal Palace, Daniela Pesca...

    Art Restoration: Passion – and a Bit of Madness

    By Timothy Reuter
    Urbino students train to help preserve Italy’s artistic memories. URBINO, Italy – Sitting on a short stool in a small, crowded laboratory inside the 15th century Ducal Palace, Daniela Pesca...

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  • The bees rush madly, crawling, buzzing among the stacked boxes of faded orange, red, yellow and green stacked spottily in the rolling hills outside this Renaissance city. Fabrizio Pesare dons fluorescent yellow pants, omitting the usual beekeeper’s suit and netted mask, daring to remove the screens of pale, yellow wax brimming with his bees, unprotected from the their stings.

    Beekeepers Feel the Sting of Loss

    By Emily Harmon
    The bees rush madly, crawling, buzzing among the stacked boxes of faded orange, red, yellow and green stacked spottily in the rolling hills outside this Renaissance city. Fabrizio Pesare dons fluorescent yellow pants, omitting the usual beekeeper’s suit and netted mask, daring to remove the screens of pale, yellow wax brimming with his bees, unprotected from the their stings.

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  • Before the sun rises over the Metauro Valley, Vittorio Angeli has pulled on his blue jeans, fastened his belt buckle that is the size of his fist, and covered his silver hair with a black cowboy hat.

    Home on the Marche Range

    By Chelsea Judge
    Before the sun rises over the Metauro Valley, Vittorio Angeli has pulled on his blue jeans, fastened his belt buckle that is the size of his fist, and covered his silver hair with a black cowboy hat.

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  •  The sound of a bell pierced the calm in the city’s fire house recently after a propane tank exploded in an apartment building in the center of town.  One by one, firemen slid down the sleek, metal fire pole to the locker room, and in less than a minute they were tearing toward the blaze in a bright red fire truck.

    The Vigili Del Fuoco: Fighting Fires in a Living Museum

    By Jena Frick
    The sound of a bell pierced the calm in the city’s fire house recently after a propane tank exploded in an apartment building in the center of town. One by one, firemen slid down the sleek, metal fire pole to the locker room, and in less than a minute they were tearing toward the blaze in a bright red fire truck.

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  • Marco Pierleoni is an expert on all the things he hates. As a guide at the National Gallery of Marche here, the 23-year-old spends his days explaining the history and significance of the city’s treasured Renaissance masterpieces that surround visitors to the famous Ducal Palace. And he can’t stand it.

    Italian Students Yearn for a Life in the U.S.

    By Laura Weeks
    Marco Pierleoni is an expert on all the things he hates. As a guide at the National Gallery of Marche here, the 23-year-old spends his days explaining the history and significance of the city’s treasured Renaissance masterpieces that surround visitors to the famous Ducal Palace. And he can’t stand it.

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  • Silvio Biagini lifts a newly made ceramic plate off his shelf. He runs his fingers around the surface and prepares to adorn its blank face, paintbrush in hand. In an instant, images from Renaissance history start to form on it. “It is an activity that requires passion,” he says in Italian through a translator. “If you have passion, everything is easier.”

    Cracks in the Art of Ceramics

    By Michelle Lee
    Silvio Biagini lifts a newly made ceramic plate off his shelf. He runs his fingers around the surface and prepares to adorn its blank face, paintbrush in hand. In an instant, images from Renaissance history start to form on it. “It is an activity that requires passion,” he says in Italian through a translator. “If you have passion, everything is easier.”

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