Especially when we’re not sitting outside, observing the people parade,
A copy of Corriere dell’Umbria or its attractive fellow in the tabloid trade

Will put us to work on our Italian lessons. Rebecca, more advanced than I am,
Need only use a pony for a word or two; whereas I put the piece on my iPhone.

Always after our parting, like today, I take it home to plod my way through it.
Tying sentence by sentence, most of them rather long, into Google Translate.

Apart from the virtual keyboard that amazingly escaped my attention hitherto,
I’m taken back to the Norcia-Castelluccio trip we arranged long ago with Carlo.