Every year there is the complete post Epiphany shutdown. Staggering under the weight of Christmas past and without a public holiday to bless themselves with the people retreat into a daily drudgery of work and indoor maintenance. It will be like this until the second half of February. Then, armed with freshly turped paint brushes, cans of white semi-gloss, rust remover, newly patched rubber boats, household items down-graded during winter clean-outs, there will be a mass migration to the seaside. The apartments will be rehabilitated, washed, painted, polished, readied. Giant lunches of seafood everything from pasta to pudding will be downed before very careful return trips are undertaken (white wine doesn't count, it isn't really alcoholic but the carabinieri have got picky recently). And then gardens will be dug over and planted up.
Then we all wait, consciences clear, for Primavera and la dolce vita coming round again.
What recession?
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