first tavola - October, florence
We don't believe meaningful friendships have an expiration date, or that your most interesting conversations are behind you. So we set the table—for women who are curious, open, and ready to spend an afternoon with people they simply haven't met yet.
You don't come for the name. But there may be one.
Every Tavola is anchored by one woman. Maybe you’ve watched her for twenty years. Maybe her book is still on your nightstand. Or maybe you’ve never heard of her, until you’re sitting across from the woman who walked out of the boardroom and into an olive grove, and realize she’s the best story you’ve heard all year.
You won’t know until you’re at the table. That’s the whole point. Somewhere, right now, someone already knows and isn’t telling you.
The room does half the talking.
The other half is an address you don’t have yet. A frescoed hall in a private palazzo. One long table under a pergola at a wine estate that has never needed a sign on the road. A chef who cooks the way her grandmother did, for people she can actually see from the stove.
None of these places are on a map. They’re at your seat — the address arrives with your invitation, and getting there is the first course.
One seat. Everything included.
The lunch. The wine, all of it. The afternoon. The guest. The room. The argument for a bigger life. You bring nothing but yourself and an appetite for both.
Seat price is set per Tavola — the palazzo, the estate, the chef each ask something different of us. It arrives with your invitation, never as a surprise.
Tables begin in Florence, then travel. A handful each season, twelve seats apiece — and they do not last.
first tavola - October, florence
A life well lived is never finished. There is always another version of yourself waiting to emerge. Vivace exists for women who believe the most beautiful part of life is not what has already happened, but what comes next.
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