Italians appreciate their weekends. Often well into the wee hours.
Not just the teens. (More wee ones and elders than you’d expect.)
Last night, with me sound asleep, Rebecca had to face the music:
Choosing between a well earned breeze and la finestra shut tight.
Nice word picture. Reminiscent of the sweeping shop-keeper from a couple (or three) years ago.
An appealing way to think of it. I remember the image (was there a photograph?) so very well!