Greetings from lovely Italy. In 3 villages at the end (or beginning?) of the country, adventurers are forming for the desert journey to Dakar. And among them, the long-lost GBG, an acquaintance from Beaulieu, from Nice CdA, etc. got involved. A senior from a prosperous island went to the bank with his young African wife and child. And the parking lot was ruled by a rally today. That’s why he hasn’t been seen for about 2.3 years. I don’t wonder about him. He has the same sea and pays a third less. And what’s more, he doesn’t have to listen to Ukrainian and Russian at every step.
The Japanese man probably went to a kindergarten in Bordighiera to have the children draw him a Lp of J.
MC is about admiration. Italy is my heart. Observing and listening to people. Their speech, gestures, clothes, joy of life. The cars in MC are amazing, the old Fiat 1100 are memories, something much deeper, more affecting. On the way back from Villacrosio (The train only stops there every 2 hours.) I immediately reported to the beautiful young miss conductor that I couldn’t find the ticket box at all. “That’s no problem at all” she says and devotes herself to fixing the automatic doors, So I helped her the rest of the way. And she really fixed it.
Giallo ???