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| Ferrara, 2013 (Photo by John MacDougall) |
Last night, reading Hisham Matar’s A Month in Siena (2019), I encountered these words: “The rain was now a drizzle and the black cobblestones shone darkly.” They recalled for me the time Lorna and I were cycling in Ferrara. We got caught in a shower. We sheltered in a portico and waited for the rain to stop. When it did, we biked on. Now everything looked so bright and fresh. I relished the way the wet pavement shone. I took a few photos, including this one of the Cattedrale di San Giorgio.
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