
One huge difference between Italy and London is the structure of the days of the week. In London, it's very easy to lose track of which day it is, since - apart from the changing schedule on Radio 4 - there's very little to distinguish one day from another. The shops are always open...everything is always available...it's terribly practical, but it doesn't do a lot to give rhythm to everyday life.
In Pisa, things are completely different, and if you don't get a grip on what happens at what time, then it can all get very frustrating. There's a complicated structure to it all, which requires a

To buy flowers, you have to remember Wednesday and Saturday mornings - Wednesday, when there's a flower stall in the market in San Martino, and Saturday, when


Sundays in general are bliss! The mornings are peace incarnate - the streets are empty of people and traffic, and t

What else? Well...the baker in Via San Francesco only takes delivery of Altamura bread on Thursday mornings, after about 10.30, and has generally run out for the week by the following day. The dry cleaners in San Paolo al'Orto only opens in the mornngs during the summer; and neither the ironmongers in Via Cavour nor Maurizio, the butcher, open at all after lunch on Saturday. Signor Tempestini (the plant-man) closes half an hour earlier than anybody else for lunch at any time of year....and so it goes on.
It might sound very complicated - but since it all helps to make Life's Tapestry a little richer, I wouldn't have it any other way...
Tonight's Dinner:
Sautéed Chicken Livers & Rosemary, with an Orange, Fennel & Lentil Salad.
Lamb Mentonais, with Green Beans.
Panna Cotta.
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