We searched the Italian countryside for pieces to furnish my friend’s pied-à-terre.
It wasn’t as easy as being in France. We managed to find a few pieces. Though the real fun was navigating the roads and language. The long twisty road home had different landmarks for each of us. Places or things my friend saw were not at all the things I recalled it was as if we were on two different roads. I noticed ancient homes that had for sale signs, my friend noticed the enormous red building. I spotted the dilapidated Ferris wheel, she pointed out the church. She would depend on Google I winged my directions with I bet a hundred dollars it is over there. I am up three hundred dollars.
We literally stumbled into someone’s yard and the owner opened his garage that was stuffed like a hoarder of antiques. I gasped.
This painting was one of the owner’s collection.
I still dream of it.
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