Yesterday was warm and wonderful. Every one was out in the city streets for a passeggiata, enjoying the 18° C (64.4° F) temperatures and the air which smelled like spring. I bet the folks living up on the last floor of this palazzo in the centro storico really enjoyed their terrace yesterday. I can picture a table hidden behind the budding jasmine shrubs. Dappled light broken only by the squared shade provided by a white canvas umbrella. A frosty bottle of white wine, a chunk of Parmigiano, a small bowl of Gaeta olives, some bread. Birds chirping. Distant childrens' cackle down in the street. A bee buzzes in the geraniums. I take a sip.
Dreaming is gratis.