We have encountered a lot of history and beauty during our week in Italy, and our day in Vicenza was no exception. But today I chose to focus on the beauty.
No museums for me.
The weather was just so nice — blue skies and warm temperatures after a few days of clouds, drizzle and chill.
So I hit the streets of this lovely, upscale village and shopped.
It’s the place to do it.
The only thing that hampered my trip was the shop merchants’ habit of closing down for 2-3 hours in the afternoon. I found myself most interested in items that were behind locked doors, but with no signs to indicate when the owner would return…I left with the money still in my pocket.
For instance, I really wanted to look at these leather wallets and tablet covers…but the shop owner was nowhere to be found.
I’ll show him. I know how to buy things on the Internet.
Still, it is a lovely village filled with nice people.
And as I walked the flagged boulevard toward the train station, I left with warm memories…
…and tired, aching feet.
Stray thought
Isn’t it funny how our brains work?
But instead of making me hungry, they made me think of a book I read a hundred years ago — The Ivory Cane by Janet Dailey. It was one of my mom’s romance novels, but the story sticks with me to this day.
The heroine Sabrina was an artist, blinded in her 20′s in a car accident. When she frosted a cake, she had to run her fingers along the icing to see if it was completely covered. Her family called her creations “fingerprint cakes.”
Of course, she still got the guy. (It was a Harlequin romance.)
My brain conjured all that up from the sight of a wispy cloud. But I still don’t much like cake.
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