Meeting an old friend , not seen for 3 years was a great way to spend the 2nd night of the feste.
Drinking something orange and alcoholic in a bar and then squeezing through the crowds to see San Rocco finally being brought home ,and including a fantastic display where we felt like we were in the middle as fireworks exploded overhead. Hard to beat.
And after years of covid I am appreciating every minute of being part of a crowd. Only one more night to go and then I might go back to being on the edge with a mask, but this has been in so many ways food for my soul.
After a quick trip to the supermarket this morning I spent the day painting and reading. I’m not used to all these late nights so breaks are good.
Now I have 2 more local scenes finished.
Now I’ve the next one chosen to begin tomorrow.
However the highlight of my day was getting a parcel from the postman.
My new ( to me) David Hockney book arrived. I’ve flicked through it and can’t wait to start reading it tomorrow . Early mornings will be even better. 🌞
I’m not sure what is happening tonight on the last night of the feste. I think there might be another procession and maybe a big concert in the piazza. I’m just planning to go out about 9pm and see what happens.
For now , it’s wine time and a bit of Poirot.