The finest of the exhibits we found (from our point of view):

For more of the works of Alessandro Grazi, proceed hitherto.

Once every trip I forget that I want
Either the instrument or the talent
To master the art of an iconic shot.
Of all the ones taken, who gets it?

I don’t know who this woman is, but for the past thirty some-odd years she’s been photobombing my selfies. Last seen: Cantina de Corvi, digging into dolce.

So much less fun,
I keep finding,
To record them
When not moving.

The pouch on my belt can’t carry the blame this time.
Perhaps I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe I can’t read
Italian. But it surely adds an addendum to this post
If I tell you that only Rebecca laughed as we passed
Another addition to my slow growing T-Shirt Collection.
All I saw, as I recall, was a Joseph coat of many letters:

Non ho bisogno di Google.
Mia moglie lo sa tutto.

I have no need of Google.
My wife knows it all.

U be the judge and jury.
Slim and None, attorneys
for the prosecution and
the defense of poetry,
belly up to the bar.