Actually it’s  not just ladies and they aren’t all old. That is, the people in the neighbourhood who sit outside their houses in the evening and chat.

On my way home from the feste last night a nice older lady who lives nearby asked me to join her. So I sat with her , drank bitter and spoke bad Italian for half an hour. It was memorable.

I’m so glad I write this blog so that a special event like that gets noticed. I still marvel that I have been able to live here and be a small  part of italian life.

I went out last night up town. Wandered around a bit , greeted friends and came home before the procession arrived in the piazza.

This morning I went off to the supermarket , hoping to take another photo to paint on the way.

As there were my favourite ice lollies available in the supermarket I came home happy.

Then I spent most of the morning finishing the latest painting.

In the afternoon  I drew the next painting.

I’m not planning to go out tonight. Though I could change my mind  …    

It looks like the weather is about to change and be a bit stormy for a few days.

A nice night in with aircon, Netflix series set in Iceland and a glass of wine would be nice.

( last night it was 30C at 10pm)

Cheers🍷🍷