What’s the definition of a perfect day?
First, perfect weather like we’ve rarely had it this so late in the year.
Second, perfect company: people you really feel at your ease with.
Third, a perfect walk to appreciate the beauties our blue planet can offer to the entire cosmos of creation.
Aren’t the winter beeches and silver birches fabulous against that cerulean appenine December sky!
Fourth, perfect food. And, since it was also the feast of the Immaculate Conception, our host wittily quipped it’s also the feast of the immaculate confection.
The bignole came from a patisserie I’d never suspected of producing such wonders. It’s called Da Pino and it’s located at Calavorno, a place one usually sweeps through in search of more romantic locations. I savoured their chocolate truffles and also their cherry liqueur bomba. Truly it’s a mouth-watering explosion of flavour. Be careful though: the cherry has its pip like all true cherries. So don’t get too stoned eating them…
Finally, a bustling Christmas mercantino di Natale at Fornoli where one meets half of one’s little world of friends.
That’s my definition of a perfect day:
Hills unfold blue waves:
The sun on my face breaths love:
Contentment of life.