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.)