The Petit Paris Boutique sounds totally out of place in Spoleto:
Far too haute, it leaves a brand name on la mia carta di credito.

Yet nice ladies, obviously both locals, are always so welcoming:
Their whimsical trends for the spring just arrived from Bologna.

Each day in the course of our journey, there are places
We’ll remember. Though some have changed, most remain.

Based on the name, shin splints should be self-medicating.

Based on my research, the recommended treatment is rest.

Based on a survey, Umbrian hills don’t allow for much of one:

Based on the weather report, tomorrow may bring a respite.

With a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Still I never thought to train a lens on the man from Houston,
Whose eight years in Spoleto exceeds our per annum by one.

Nor to frame Umberto chatting up the corner family photo album,
Starting with the war and closing on a generation in decline.

Going back week after week, we could re-stage each scene I suppose.
Looking back, I am left to wonder what a photograph could disclose.

Unlike the day before, there are festivities galore.

Only after a record 7,100 steps in the late morning,
All for naught, do we find this sign closer to home:

A cool spot for some delicious shared treats.

When it comes to pass, Frutta e Verdura may be restored.