L'autunno

The light here has shifted, the warm, resonant summer has ebbed away leaving room for the clear Autumn light to pick out the blue tinges on the fading paintwork of the Vescovile. People are reluctantly putting Summer into the past and the perceptible move from warmth to cold is underway. Jackets are on, scarves are around and the Gelateria stands empty on a Sunday afternoon, when only a fortnight ago it was filled with people, spilling out in to the street. La Passagiata is fading quickly and the fog is beginning to creep through the city, like an unwelcome stranger, in the middle of the night.