At the end of November.
A brilliant place to be.
If one is a duck.
Yesterday afternoon (as I wisely sat in a bar nursing a cold one while others decided to stand out in the downpour in the designated waiting area) I half expected to see Noah and his fully-laden Arc come swooshing down the Via.
I have many things to record for the weekend ending, but for now – as I sit in the departure lounge of Ciampino airport – this will have to do.