Fall has come to Rome. It changed in an instant with a news worthy Hailstorm.. We opened our window when the commotion began, and hail the size and shape of perfectly formed glass marbles came flying into the foyer.
Everywhere we go, I hear the sing-songy voices of the Italians chatting about the weather (che freddo!). Tyler says our fruit lady was alarmed the other morning when the girls flounced down to the market in the the early morning in only their dresses with no coats (it’s still warm by Seattle standards, and between the thunderstorms and hail there is bright blue sky that reflects beautifully off the marble and brick).
But fall is not summer. There is a wind on the river. There are old ladies bundled in cashmere running across the street. There are men selling chestnuts in Piazza Navona. And the fountain of the four rivers, finally freed from throngs of summer tourists, was drained this morning for a little post-season cleaning.
My girls were fascinated.
Everywhere we go, I hear the sing-songy voices of the Italians chatting about the weather (che freddo!). Tyler says our fruit lady was alarmed the other morning when the girls flounced down to the market in the the early morning in only their dresses with no coats (it’s still warm by Seattle standards, and between the thunderstorms and hail there is bright blue sky that reflects beautifully off the marble and brick).
But fall is not summer. There is a wind on the river. There are old ladies bundled in cashmere running across the street. There are men selling chestnuts in Piazza Navona. And the fountain of the four rivers, finally freed from throngs of summer tourists, was drained this morning for a little post-season cleaning.
My girls were fascinated.
Such wonderful experiences and memories. So wish I were there.
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeleteSuch wonderful experiences and memories. So wish I were there.