Strano, Multo Strano*

Woke up this morning to the gentle clunking of espadrilles on the floor above us and the pounding of rain against the window. The first escalated into a tap dance routine that our neighbour and her family seem wont to practice only on Saturday mornings; the second abated and the sun broke through with blinding brilliance - for five minutes. Then it was back to the pounding rain.

The weather here in Rome is strange, very strange*. At 1000 in the morning it can be bitingly cold, not the finger-numbing -35c I'm use to in Ottawa, but a bone gnawing damp hovering at zero. Three hours later its a pleasant 18c and the gloves, scarf and sweater you wore under your jacket comes off but the umbrella is up because that blue sky has turned gun-metal gray and its drizzling. This morning it was pounding rain at the back of the building but clear and sunny at the front - still haven't figured that one out. But at least the balcony plants are getting a good soaking.


So time to head out to the market:

Shopping list - check
Scarf - check
Wallet - check
Gloves - check
Change purse - check
Sweater - check
Cellphone - nope lost that in a cab on Wednesday - add to shopping list
Umbrella - check
Jacket - check

Okay lets go!

12 gennaio - San Modesto