Alfio's wife, Rosina, tells us that the Panda has been walloped again by a reversing vehicle in the piazza. And no, she didn't quite see whose car hit us. The trouble with the piazza is that most of it is owned by the frontages around it but most villagers think it isn't. So we all assert our property rights; we park conveniently near our gardens and front doors while the rest of the village fights for parking space and then has to walk (and if we think it's bad here, just look at San Gimigniano).
All this causes minor attitude changes. Did I hit your car? Serves you right. We of the little marble tablets let into the ground saying Proprieta Privata and enjoying property privilege pay in repair of bumps and scratches. But the Panda has the most exposed of our parking spots and is now reduced to jelly from the rear bumper to just behind the front seats.
So we're off to buy a ute. If we get one with a dog in the back that should stop people bumping into it.
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Shame about the Panda, such a pretty car. Blue-eyed border collies look very smart in the back of utes, intelligent too, could probably help with the olive picking.
I wonder what is the Italian for blue-eyed border collie.
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