This morning went something like this. Up and out for a cappuchino—gulp, gulp. Then I wandered to the Arno and sat on the Santa Trinita bridge for a while and drank in the sun and the view—no gulping. When that felt like enough. I continued across the river to Piazza Santa Spirit. Ah, the church was open for prayer so I went in and sat—no gulping, just being. When Mass started, I tiptoed out and bought lettuce at the outdoor market. The lady who runs the stall knows who I am, so we had a friendly little exchange. Next stop was the shop were I bought bread and cheese for today’s picnic. By then it was time to wander back to my apartment for my breakfast of yogurt and cereal, and to check my email, which I’m doing right now, and to make my sandwich, which I’ve just done. I’m ready to get off to Piazzale Michelangelo on San Miniato al Monte.