Sunday Night in Spello

Tonight is our last night in Spello and it is our sixth Sunday in this pink stone town. Every Sunday, and only on Sunday, these guys congregate on a bench just down the alley from our apartment, and across from their cantina (garage), that they open up for the occasion.The garage is filled with old tools and paraphernalia, a homey museum…a real conversation starter. They just hang out and chat until it’s time to go home for dinner. Our conversations have been limited to a friendly greeting…but I’ll miss seeing them. Especially the guy in the straw top hat. Arrivederci Spello.