I was out earlier this evening. It’s a wild, very wet and windy night, so I didn’t expect to see much human activity. And indeed, I saw very little.
On the other hand, what I heard was quite surreal. Tinkling and badly distorted strains of Canzoni Napolitani: the unmistakeable sound of an ice cream van, characteristic of the streets of our towns.
Twice, in different places!
Do they think it’s summer? Are there enough kiddies who will venture out in this weather for an icecream to make it a viable business (I doubt it)? Or is someone badly organised and desparate?