Sunday in the Piazza with Tennessee

Taormina: March 13

While Colleen, Cheryl and Shannon wandered the town, I found the perfect seat at the Caffe Mocambo and made a little watercolor of the piazza XX Aprile in the satiny sunlight of Sunday afternoon. The local strolling families were relaxed, happy for the sun on their faces. So was I.
On such an afternoon, it was easy to see why Tennessee and the Others found this town, this piazza, to be so simpatico nearly fifty years ago. A wonderful place for an interlude, perhaps to hide out, perhaps to create, perhaps just to spend money.
Later, we gathered at a little wine bar on a winding lane that dipped below Corso Umberto. A Shannon find; ask her the name. Along with Etna vino, both white and red, we had a delightful plate of antipasti and enjoyed the visual details of a well-put-together establishment that seemed newly born. Eventually, we rode the Egg down to our spacious and eclectic haven to hang in the salone and have a speaker-phone call with our beloved Pauline, back in Santa Fe. The fifth member of our party, Lisa, will arrive domani.