Breezy

It was a bit overcast in the morning so we headed to the ferreteria to get some keys cut, without joy. The nice chap there pointed out they were Italian keys, with a sorrowful shake of his head. We’d previously failed to get copies made back home. I have a friend holidaying in Italy shortly - I may ask him if he’d mind…
Later the clouds all scuttled away in the face of a moderate breeze in from the south, but we clung on behind the flowers.