HIF: Did you enjoy your holiday in Italy?
Wendy: yes
HIF: are you all fresco’d out?
Wendy: yes
The Piccolomini library in Siena was outstanding, fabulous books, floor tiles, wall frescos, ceiling frescos, quiet ambience, excellent lighting and virtually no other visitors.
The driver smokes a short filterless cigarette, awaits a passenger.
Not any passenger.
Not Flat Eric.
A passenger from a windowless room.
We passby, missing the passenger emerge, missing the small car leave.
Stylish wheels in Florence with low environmental impact enable the locals to surrepticiously pass by large and well protected
glass
window
panes
In a small Siena courtyard the walls mimic windows,
forgetting to mimic shutters or reflections.
Silence and darkness within the windowless rooms.
Protecting the people within from too much colour, too much light, noises from neighbours and the street, from the prying eyes of passersby.
In the silent darkness occupants can float on siestas unseen, unknown.
Freedom to dream of the luxuries of everything and nothing
dusty dry cold rigid fox deftly holding a long-dead bird in yellowed teeth.
Rustic pane
What is the best 45th birthday present for a Wendy? A four day weekend in Siena with spottydog as
- tour organiser.
- tour guide.
- conversational sparring partner.
- first-aid specialist, she’ll have the plasters for when I fall-over, which she reliably informs me that I will, because I’ll be looking up at the architecture rather than at street-level obstacles.
- personal shopper, because she has this uncanny skill for inducing me to part with cash like no other person I have ever met.
- extended memory.
Excitedness levels have already reached amber. Spotty dog has cunningly avoided booking through the recently defunct XL, travelling at ridiculous hours of the day, waiting at transport interchanges for silly, silly, times and other such icky nonsense.