It’s been four months, and the passage of untold tourists, since the last time we ate at Civico 53.
Our story back then, tied to our Italian lessons, involved the instructions for cooking fresh lentils.
Tonight, out for a stroll, we expect at most a smile of recognition from a friendly but passing acquaintance.
The cordial greeting’s a cinch. But then he tells us to wait. Back from the kitchen, gift bag in hand, more lentil instructions flow.
What an amazing gift, a simple can of remembrance. Grazie.
What an amazing grace to return to this place, our small Umbrian town.
That’s like a scene from one of those simple little movies I love so much. Nice.
Glad you could appreciate it. Such an unbelievably precious moment, and just for that reason so hard to capture.