I went with my wife into Florence the other day. (About a 35 minute drive.) She wanted to buy some soap, or perfume,  or something like that.  I’m a man, a real man – and I do not care about such stuff; but I went along because I’m a nice guy.  And then we entered this soap store, The Farmacia di Santa Novella. To my shock, it is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.  As good as the Duomo down the street.  Better, maybe – God forgive me.  Every inch dedicated to Beauty.  And then I noticed there were no price tags.  No items shouting ‘Bargain”…or “Two For The Price of One”…No room for sales tags because every inch was dedicated to Beauty.  The place seemed to be doing a booming business.  It’s been there making fragrances and soap, for over a thousand years.  Imagine trying to sell something and promoting it with “Beauty” instead of “$ Savings”.  What an idea.  I grew up liking that White Soap, the one that floats…and the other one that “Powers The Dirt Out”…but buying something that someone took the care to make look beautiful?.  Whoever thought that would be the way to go about making a good, long term business?  The answer is: Some Nuns. Just goes to show how the world has changed.

I’ve read: Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder.  I’m told some of the most powerful people in the world behold the newly brightly painted swimming pool blue Memorial Reflecting Pool in Washington is a now thing of Beauty – as will be the forthcoming Giant Arch…So, Beauty and Money might be intertwined. We”ll see.

You know how several places in the North East of the States – through to Virginia – they advertise: “George Washington Slept Here?”.   Well, there is a similar sort of thing going on in my area of Tuscany with Mona Lisa.  You see, Monna Lisa lived in the Tuscan hills.   (The French changed the spelling to ‘Mona’ at the Louvre – you know how the French are.)    Leonardo painted her around 1503-06: no one knows the exact date.  Her real name was Lisa Del Giocondo, and everyone here calls her “La Giocanda”.  Many people who live in these hills claim the view in the painting is the view from the back of their own house.  Several of these people claim it with all their heart.  The king of France “Acquired” the painting in 1517 and the Tuscans have not been happy about this ever since.  As a matter of fact, it is nearly impossible to export any painting out of Italy these days…you must prove it is not a National Treasure to the Ministry of Belle Arte.  They seem to want to keep their art at home rather than send it to foreign lands.  Strange these Italians.

Oh.  If you were to look past La Gioconda’s right ear…my apartment would be several meters in back of that little green shrub.  So If I were to have used a set of good German binoculars and have looked out my terrace a couple of centuries ago, I would have seen Leonardo painting her…pretty good, eh?

See that statue standing in our Piazza? (photo above). He is Verrazzano, the famous explorer…discovered the Bay of New York and a lot of the East Coast of the U.S. in the early 1500’s. His family was one of the top 2%ers of his day…They owned the Verrazzano Castle and winery here since the 7th century. You should see it to believe. The bridge in New York was the only thing named after him in America, as far as I know. What would have happened if he did not discover the Bay of New York? Would better or worse people have taken over? Would it ever have been discovered? Take a walk up the hill from the statue…Go about a mile and you get to the town-house sized home of Amerigo Vespucci. There is a  figure of a ‘Wasp’ etched in the stone above the door; that’s how you can tell it was his home. Amerigo uncovered the fact, and drew maps accordingly, that “America”  (which was named after him) was a ‘New’ Continent (Mundus Novus)…and not the Eastern Coast of Asia as theretofore believed. Imagine if Amerigo had not figured that out – the America’s might be Chinese to this day. And where would all the good, white, Christian people, who wanted to flee from Europe have gone? These are the kind of things one can ruminate about while enjoying a morning ‘Doppio’ Espresso (for only $2.20) in a nearby cafe. Something to take your mind away from the threat of redistricted elections in the Mundus Novus. “History is bunk!” said Henry Ford (one of America’s early 2%ers); but bunk can be interesting too…sayeth I, as I order another.

Truth to tell, Spring is not my favorite season of the year. Pollen allergies, the dreadful changing of wardrobe from winter to summer, the end of good hot stews, tax payment deadlines...those sorts of things. But there is one event here I have come to really appreciate: The return and nesting of the ‘Rondine’ (Pronounced “Ron-dee-nay”) This bird is a swallow and has been revered in Tuscany for centuries.. Puccini wrote his famous opera “La Rondine” inspired by this little sparrow. Well, every year about allergy time, this bird comes to my small town to nest and have babies.  Suddenly, one day, you hear all this chirping and screeing, seemingly happy sounds. Yes, we have our pigeons, magpies, merlots, crows, cuckoos and the like; but there is nothing compared to the Rondine…They come swooping high and low, in and throughout our piazza, sometimes flying as low as ankle height in pursuit of insects.  And they build their nests. Our town has many terraces overlooking the piazza. In turn, these terraces create porticos, which provide a ceiling where the Rondine build their nests and re-occupy last years nests – to the delight of the locals and the tourists visiting the area. These birds, like all birds, poop outside the nest; but most of the storekeepers and residents tend to clean up after them – rather than shoo the creatures away. Back in the ‘States’, my memory suggests, most vendors would eliminate the poop providing nests…maybe some places would even have laws against such…(Perhaps things are changing there, now that there is a Director of ‘Make America Healthy Again’ who does not recognize there are such things as germs).  Anyway, there is much noise and merriment in the making of the nests.  Then, one day: Allora!  (See the photo above).  If you thought you heard chirping before these arrivals, you have heard nothing. The parent birds fly in and out all day, feeding their young. Feeding their howling young until the chicks are too big to fit in the nests. (See photo again). And everybody in town watches the little ones learn to fly. And imagine, they raise two families a season!  It is a wonder to behold. When you see something like this you tend to feel not everything is as bad as it seems.  (Once again, see top photo above)

A few more things about the Tuscan town in which I am living. The man who makes my wife’s daily Cappuccino was named Fabio. I say ‘was’ because I take credit for re-naming him “Fabioloso”. The local Baristas take pride in their work  (see photo above of one of Fabioloso’s efforts) – A Barista is a career…not a job to get through to get another one.  Georgio, another Barista – who I re-named  “Buon Giorgio” (…a complimentary take-off of the morning greeting “Buon Giorno”)  happily makes a pretty ‘Cappucco’ as well. A Cappucco and a Doppio (Double Espresso) will run you about $3.80. All served in ceramic cups with a spoon on the side. Drink it first, pay on the way out.  When I lived in the States I got the ‘jits’ from my morning coffees …so I descended to Decaf…Here, I drink Espressos fully loaded – no jits.  A Barista explained to me “The amount of caffein in the coffee is directly proportional  to the amount of time the water spends with the coffee grind. Thus, the Espresso method – hot water pushed quickly through – spends almost zero time soaking over the grind – so all you get is taste. Another factoid…If you were to come this way: Do not order a Cappuccino after twelve noon. For a long period after WW1 there was little food available and many of the people  had only coffee mixed with hot milk for their breakfast. In respect to the past, no one here has a breakfast drink after twelve noon.

What has all this to do with ‘Vote Cheating’ Mail-in Ballots, or the price of moving a tanker through the Straits of Hormuz, or Mr. Tr*#p  upbraiding the Pope of Rome for his interpretation of Christianity? Nothing! And that is the point. I am going down to the piazza and order a second Doppio from Fabioloso.