So the fire is out, thanks to the reactions of a brave neighbor,
And the fire chief and his crew are conducting the postmortem.

Appears as if two ash cans on la loro terrazza were the culprits.
Appeared as if i bambini outside alerted the adults to the blaze.

Much more to learn, as time goes on, and the language barrier is broken.
But one thing for sure: never has a more earnest sigh of relief been spoken.

Weekends, I have learned, have earned a special place in the hearts of Spoletini.
So it is no wonder that Umberto is finding it hard to find Ginevra’s replacement.

To wait on all sixteen of the tables at Osteria del Trivio is really tough on a girl,
Especially when the place is open six days a week, all the party nights included.

Time will tell what, if anything, comes of the interviews Umberto so far has held.
But more and more with the way Italian youth look at life, it’s a hard job to fill.

Or somewhere there abouts, once you take into account the metric conversion
Along with the subtle difference in translation between “a fourth” and “fourfold.”
That’s what we almost carried home from the market before we received foreign
Aid from a kind Italian diplomat who kept downplaying his command of English.

To fetch a pail of vino.
& don’t forget the olio.
When the rain fell down,
Their shoots wouldn’t open,
Leaving them both in a long
Long free fall just hoping.

I missed the best part and also mis-framed the whole shot of the Corso.
Aside from that, it looks now as if I might have exceeded the file length.

So return to the title, a crucial element in the compound of my blog posts.
Imagine the sightline from a balcony, an iPhone video recording the sound.