This will be a short, short entry. I’m tired, slightly hung over (and consequently not fully rested): last evening we met B. for our farewell drinks and dinner, starting with prosecco at the hotel bar and continuing with excellent food and wine at the Yellow Bar. Great dinner with B., such fun to talk at length…
Got up at 7-something o’clock, meditated, and now this scrap of an entry. The window is open, there’s a racket on the square as usual – amplified music, ambient sounds of dishes clattering, people talking, laughter, buzzing machinery, the usual birds, suitcases and other wheeled conveyances rattling over the large, uneven pavers, “Paperback Writer” as a Beatles cover, odd whistling, noise. The weather turned from yesterday’s heat to cool, which is fine, because we’re wearing heavier clothes in anticipation of the chilly north. Only mid-50s F. back home…