As the sun descends, in the pleasant warmth of evening, Italians take a stroll. They dress for the occasion, as Italians do for all life’s finer things. Young people and lovers, widows and widowers, parents with prams and toddling infants – all ages mingle easily. They queue for gelato (children jostling and chattering at near-infinite choice) then amble companionably through the streets to see and be seen. They greet friends, exchange pleasantries and continue on their way, for they know it is the journey that matters, the journey, which they savour like the hint of lemon blossom on a midnight zephyr.
Photo:
David Lansing
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