It seems that we have a stubborn zone of low pressure spinning round and round over us ... she writes, probably not quite getting it right. It looks like we might have rain here until Tuesday ... so frustrating. It’s not particularly cold but wet ... oh so wet.
Meanwhile I wasn’t really sure what we might find outside this morning but the bakery was open and so we had the best kind of focaccia breakfast. Then we were off into the alleyways in search of water supplies. Shops were open, people were out and about, and slowly I was able to line up reality and seperate it from the flood chaos we had viewed online.
We went down into the Centro Storico because we knew one of our lovely Genovese friends had been considering spending the night in her shop, worried about water damage. It was good to find her safe and well.
And so it has been another day of quiet sadness, here in Italy, thinking about those who have died in the flash flooding during this last week. I’ve been following Kate’s news from Cinque Terre, on her blog called Little Paradiso. Today she wrote of another American who experienced the floods there. Christine is blogging of her experience in the floods last week and the ongoing worries they have about this weather that just keeps spinning round over top of us all.
Meanwhile, a photograph snapped out on Piazza San Lorenzo ...umbrellas are required.