The view from Fizz

Spent a few hours with a freezer prone to over-frosting and a fridge that dumps water on the precious terracotta. Previous to that shopping and a walk up to Fiesole council to do our rubbish taxes. I'd got the day wrong and they'd changed the time even if I'd got the day wrong. That sounds like a no-score draw with powers of local Italian bureaucracy.

Being out and about on foot I walked to the top of Fiesole's steep summit, where amidst the sombre reminders of Italy's war and mafia/terrorist dead one is afforded a fine view of the city.

Almost plumb in the middle of this photo is the office of The Boss. It looks quite rural from here, the traffic snakes hidden in the olive groves. But really. Still pretty nice.

Dentist tomorrow to look at a broken tooth. Chicken casserole now and French beans from Emilia-Romagna. All in all. Nae bad.