Something utterly lovely has just happened as I was making my way back to the ship. An older Sicilian man lives near the bridge I had to cross. Whenever he hears an English woman’s voice, he comes out on the balcony and checks to see if we have time to stop 1/
“Of course”, I said. He disappeared in to his flat and reappeared with a basket on a rope and lowered it down. Inside was a bottle of red wine and a fridge magnet #GrazieMille #BuonaNotte 2/
Apparently, when he was in England after WWII, a woman whom he didn’t know shared her wine with him and he now repays the favour whenever he hears an Englishwoman #LifeInABlueSuit #TheKindnessOfStrangers 3/3
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