Some Bitter Taste
“From one day to the next his few possessions vanished from the little room in the villa and that was it. The marshal often had occasion to wonder what became of him. But the Albanian problem … you could only do your best. At least Dori was off the streets. In a sense, you could say that was more important because there was a child involved. It would be … what? About three months old by now. Coming back to his carabinieri station in the Pitti Palace after a fine spring afternoon in the country, ...the marshal hoped to goodness this coming summer wouldn’t be as hot as the last. He still remembered the day they returned from their holidays back home in Syracuse to be hit by the suffocating heat and the crush of tourists. Florence in July … The Pitti Palace dominates the neighbourhood of Oltrarno, the left bank of die river Arno; it stands just a stone’s throw from Ponte Vecchio and its huge bulk, spread out horizontally, is like a stone barrier that, from the square, closes off the view of the Boboli hill behind it … It is difficult to imagine, behind the severe, rusticated facade, rhythmically spanned by arcades, the hidden garden rising up the hillside which the visitor discovers only after crossing the threshold of the palace, as the large courtyard opens up before him… Marshal Guarnaccia flipped the pages of the guidebook.MoreLess
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