Back in Cortona, I am discovering that loose flowing outfits might in fact keep you cooler than tight revealing clothes… If just as hot, the air is certainly purer out here and I am glad to have made it back safely, just one day after some idiots blasted Sharm El Sheik on the coast. Sad and maddening. Tropical fish refers to my imminent trip to Paris (no, did not really plan to do the metro hotspots of Europe after the London bombings earlier this month). I’ll be investigating some of Carl Gustaf Lundin (IUCN)’s friends. A good excuse to catch up with Loris and Nath, and Ben and Betta – who I am told by Mark Shaw, are engaged to be married. Wowow. Tell you more soon.
In the meantime, the stage of the Cortona Vintage Festival is being rigged for the weekend and I am preparing for the arrival of Daniela from Roma with her beagle.
Cristian in the morning.
The film we saw last night in the open air cinema at the Parterre in Cortona.
Dancing with Afros over the weekend.
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