I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s a little-known secret of Vicenza. Are you ready?
Ok, sorry. That’s not a secret, and it’s not quite true. Vicenza doesn’t look like this all the time. It does, however, look like this a lot. Tutti giorni. Molto tiempo. Nel cielo manca un angelo? (Sorry, I’m learning to flirt in Italian. Is heaven missing an angel? You tell me…)
I could look at days like this as being buzzkills. They rain on my parade. Ha.
I actually do enjoy days like today, and here’s why:
Really the best part about
days like today, this week, Vicenza is that nobody goes outside so I can photograph snails without people wondering why I’m not squashing them.