A few days ago Ada and I set out to find molasses. We settled on some "black treacle" the shop keeper assured us was the same. We took a short cut home that cuts through the Piazza of San Domenico. The leaves were as vibrant as any I've seen in my life (wait, it's December, right? It's beginning to look a lot like . . . Autumn?) We had to stop and play.
Advent Calender: a visit to the Antica Fierra di Santa Lucia (to possibly buy a nativity!)
Christmas Song: Frosty the Snow Man by Harry Connick, Jr.