Sitting on the balcony having a lovely coffee after a big bowl of cherries (my life!), noise from alley below of a very fucking loud radio - sort of an ice cream van, he stopped every 20 or so yards and rang a hand bell, people came out to buy granita (local specialty), ice cream or cake - those on second or third floor lower a bucket down on a rope with a order and money, he puts food and change back into bucket - everybody shouting a each other, it is a very noisy place, but fun. Apartment have very heavy french windows, so probably went past each day, but didn't hear him.
We have prawns from market with pasta and sauce I made earlier in week last night, eating out tonight, leftovers or breakfast and lunch today, last meal at teatime tomorrow then late flight back to Mordor
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