By mid-afternoon the sky has changed. Safe enough to drop off the trash, pick up some cash, and climb back home, stopping to see about dinner choices; then off again, up the hill, to see if we can’t lose a few of those Euros on art supplies, perhaps a jacket or blouse, before slipping past the art gallery below (hint: think “mermaids”) to steeple-watch and to sky-gaze from the terrazzo.