Waking to four sets of church bells ringing and birds (tweet-a, tweet-a ... the birds sing in Italian), cappucino, and up the hill.
Past this guy on the left.
The air is filled with the sweet smell of the flowering trilia - a tree. There is something magical about textiles, no matter how simple, hung out windows.
Around the church
and then past the cafe that is open during the siesta time
Stop for a big bottle of water and a chat with Sylvia. Her husband called me "la americana" so he became "me italiano."
And then a left towards Museo della Carta
and there it is just ahead. Through the heavy oak doors and into the shop. That is Susan checking out the papers and books.
Through the courtyard, up the stairs and to the library. Where we worked.
Happy 4th of July, Americans, and happy July 4 to everyone else. We will be celebrating quietly with my newly-engaged daughter and future son-in-law. Yippity!
