Karen Smith, this, for you. I could not keep my hands off this fine linen!

Lemons grow large and nearly year round.

Our new favorite cafe with everything we need, toilette, wifi, espresso, pastries, Aperol Spritzes, and ring side seats for local traffic of characters and parades.

Camaiore Character . Everyone who passes seems to know him. You might recognize him from earlier pic where he is singing to the cat.

We have shopped at the local Supermarket, very small by comparison to Harris Teeter, however, our favorite shopping experience is the tiny market run by Lilia, who tries her hardest to communicate with me in rapid fire Italian. Somehow, I leave with the pecorino and prosciutto for which the area is known and the invitation to try Nonna’s bread, just made and still warm. Lilia runs from her shop and next door to her Nonna’s and returns with this “ piccolo” loaf of still warm, crusty bread. I would estimate its weight at 2 pounds.

Shops close between 1:00 and 4:00 and many restaurants do not open until 7:00, thus, siesta in the park. We lightly dozed to the hum of considerate, high schoolers nearby, who, keeping their voices low, talked with each other, I assume, about their school day. A sweet Italian moment. Earlier, walking by an elementary school, we had the little jubilee of excited Italian children’s voices pouring out the classroom window. Later, while sharing a birra, sitting outside a Bar ( mostly stand -up space where locals order espresso and or wine), we tried to record the raucous chanting , “ Napoli, Napoli,” and laughter from inside. Ahh, the sounds of Italy.