I’m still working on the Italian.  Longing, as well, for the photographer’s eye.

Click here for a first-rate image, plus the critical exchange that accompanies it.

I, on the other hand, am still pealing back Euros, like onions, from my belt-pack and trying to decipher the history and the dynamics of this two-day commercial festival.  (At least we found the short-sleeve shirts to beat the heat.  Porchetta, I shall save for another day.)