Yesterday was La Festa dei Lavoratori—Labor Day—in Italy. Out in the garden, at least 4 picnics and cookouts went on, merging and mixing and drifting apart again as the children wandered in and out of every group, from 1 pm till dark. The weather was perfect: no clouds, mid-seventies, breezy. There were, as usual at these things, all kinds of meats and plenty of wine—mostly bianco, rosato, and prosecco. The seasonal foods that we’ve been eating every day could be found on the table, or grill, too: fava beans and asparagus.
There was also plenty of soccer. Jack got some lessons from Luca.