In-between apartments, I stayed at a friend’s place for a few weeks in San Domenico, which is a hill on the way to Fiesole. After work, I’d carry myself up to the top—an ambitious walk but it was coming on Spring and everything was blooming. These two were perched on the stone wall overlooking the farms and cypresses bathing in the afternoon sun. To be sixteen and in love again, and living in Fiesole! Sigh. Major, major sigh.