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Street Life

Baby You Can Drive My Car

Baby You Can Drive My Car

In the warm autumn sunshine, Spello attracts few tourists and can often be quiet and still. The restaurants with their delicious dishes celebrating local food and wines remain open, the scent of herbs wafting from their busy kitchens. The cafes still spill out onto the pavements where the afternoons drift lazily by, fuelled by strong coffee and Aperol spritz.

Paws for Thought

Paws for Thought, Spello

On the street, life continues on. The children are back at school now, and in the early mornings and afternoons their excited chatter echoes in the narrow passageways. Workers continue to improve the road surface, vehicles squeezed into the narrow streets, blocking any traffic.

Parking Problems?

Parking Problems? Spello

In the town square, old men sit chatting whilst old women fill their baskets with ingredients for dinner. A Fiat 500 (cinquecento) – ideal for the narrow roads – screeches past, its distinctive engine stutter and rattle a regular sound here on the street.

For Ishita, as promised!

For Ishita, as promised!

During the afternoon pausa, shutters are closed and the sound of clattering plates and talking can be heard from the cool interiors. Now and then people stroll by, keeping to the shade of the buildings.

Strolling, Spello

Strolling, Spello

In nearby Montefalco, even the statues have sunglasses to protect them in the heat of the day…

Blues Brothers Chef, Montefalco

Blues Brothers Chef, Montefalco

….and these young girls look cool as they whizz around the medieval villages with a scooter tutor….

Scooting, Montefalco

Scooting with a Scooter Tutor, Montefalco

But even on the warmest day there is often a hint of rain in the air, as the clouds gather over nearby Mount Subasio. Armed for any weather, this wonderful friend is all smiles….

One of my Crew, Spello

One of my Crew, Spello

How can a day be so perfect? Perhaps you have a perfect day too?

Blue,

Blue Remembered Hills, Spello

Ferrari Lifestyle

 

Ferrari Badge

Ferrari Badge

I drive a mini. In the advertising blurb it is (laughingly) described as an “entry level BMW”. Perhaps it is a sign of my lack of competitiveness that I don’t aspire to go beyond entry level; I am very content with what I drive.

Here in Italy, I have seen very little of the caricature of an Italian driver with his designer sunglasses, tight jeans, slicked back hair and flashy car, driven at speed. In fact, in Spello the average form of transport is a battered old fiat or a lambretta scooter. Or at least that was the case until a rather more eye-catching car roared into town.

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When it drove by, the ground beneath my feet shook and my ears rang. This Ferrari was meant to be noticed and admired….

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The bodywork reflected everything – just look at how it captures the surrounding buildings in its mirrored finish.

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I can’t make up my mind whether I love it or hate it. It certainly turns heads. What do you think? Do you think it is garish and ostentatious or could you see yourself behind the wheel?

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