In Italy, it’s called la passeggiata – an end-of-the-day stroll through the streets of your village or city. It’s a daily ritual – but on a Sunday, it’s the main event.
It begins slowly, as the town wakes up from its afternoon nap – that time of blissful riposo when shops and shutters close. First you hear the metal storefront gates rattle as merchants re-open for business. Then comes the laugh or shout of a child running down the street with mamma or nonna close behind. And soon the parade begins.
The streets suddenly fill with people. Young and old share this tradition.
Passeggiata footwear is a study in contrasts.
A cool breeze blows a skirt…
A child notices my voyeuristic camera – and so does Tweety Bird.
Truly, nothing goes unnoticed.
Older men typically walk with hands clasped behind them. But in the modern age, there’s this twist that made me laugh…
La passeggiata is a promenade. A prelude to the social life of evening …and to so much more on this first Sunday of summer.
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What a wonderful tradition. And it is good to have your blogs back.
Thanks, Thom. It’s nice to be back.
So happy to have you back on my side of the Atlantic. I missed your posts. When I first moved to France, decades ago, I was also struck by this tradition of walking. It is a great habit to cultivate.
Thanks, Pat. I thought of you as I flew over the Alps. Did you see me wave?
Yippee!! She’s back! We’re happy!
I played HAPPY as I wrote this post… “clap along if you feel like a room without a roof, clap along if you feel like happiness is a truth…” 😉
Yes, we(Library Ladies) are glad she is back too! I hope Rebecca that you will be walking often to my part of town!! Walking is the best when you are not in a hurry….see you soon…
I’ll happily walk to your neighborhood wine bar, Alyce!
Dear, dear Becky: You haven’t lost your touch. Beautiful photos and enticing story as well.
Sending love and hugs,
carol
Thank you, Carol. Love and hugs back to you. xoxoxoxox
Lovely, Becky!
So glad to have you back!
Grazie mille, Sally.