I've been away.
I needed a sort of break and Arezzo sounded about right. Fine food and frescoes in abundance.
Having managed the crazy Italian traffic out of Florence airport on to the A1 Auto Srada and made it to Casa Volpi, peace reigned. My host Alessia offered me pigeon with some of their home grown/made red wine and I felt better.
I did very little for a couple of days.
A new drawing book had been tucked in my bag with a couple of pencils. Not drawing had seemed better than drawing.
My grandson Otto had asked me recently to draw him a train, I obliged. I remembered this and began to draw trains . . . . .and people. Then the hotel garden, then made up people in the garden and so on. After five days the book was almost full.
By the river there were deserted tables, I drew people at tables, There was narrow gauge railway tracks and a stazione -magic- more trains more people, then an abandoned pedalo, I drew boats and people for my boats, people on the train and people in the water. I ate wild pig and I ate pastries, I drank wine and espresso when the needed. Then fried eggs and truffle were on the menu, how could I pass it by!