The last melone was the best:

So very sweet, and yet so firm.

Who knew we didn’t even know

That season’s end was closing fast?

Unless this strange, new orange football

Turns out to be the best of all….

Or else, from Rebecca’s prospect view:

Or, as I persist in asking, what does your false god have to say for itself this morning?

Whatever it is, the odds are good these hills and mountains will baffle the best oracles.

I leave room in this post for a view from our terrace without a hint of afternoon showers.

Evening arrives without a forecasted storm ever coming in sight:

The hill outside our breakfast place is pretty steep. While we sip, bikers make the climb at a steady clip.

Too slow to snap a photo of the Senior’s Club, as this photojournalist can attest, the youngsters will oblige.

I’m not standing outside, a la Ben Franklin, trying to catch lightning on my iPad.

My reflexes, say what U will about my sanity, just ain’t never been that fast.

At least I think that’s what they call them in (Latin) Spoletium.

Despite the rain, we explore the mobilita alternative adjacent to the local place we have decided to try out for lunch. Sign says, it will take us to Torre dell’Olio (the Tower of Oil, so-called because of the use of boiling oil as a defense mechanism).

For a picture from where we were being moved right along, link here.>

Since we trudge past the tower every day (having yet to see a thing vaguely resembling an alternative means of mobility), we are more than a bit curious: where does the escalator come out? (Behind a wall, it would appear, worthy of further study when, or if, October decides to call off the rain, falling like oil.)

After making up the part of Quando men vo for Rebecca, I was surprised (along with my wife) to hear the real thing sung by a promising soprano tonight in the conclusion to Concerti Pegasus 2015.

She, the real singer, has been amazing us each time with her voice, together with a flair for the dramatic (a budding prima donna, you might say, if you saw here repeat performances of “Les oiseaux dans las charmille”).