Saturday, February 13, 2010

first squealing tyres

This is, as Elena notes in relation to that beautiful sign she saw (post a few minutes ago), a very polite society.

When shopping, for example, one places the money on the dish provided on the counter and the change is placed in the same place. And always, always, even at market stalls, there is a ricevutina, a little printed receipt.

Not until 5am this morning did we hear a squeal of tyres, days and days without standard Australian infantile road behaviour... a car reversing on the ice and then racing from our courtyard and away up the square for the road to Viterbo.

"Leaving behind an ex-lover," said Elena.

"A train driver late for work?" said Dino.

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