I was passing by the Piazza Della Repubblica the other day, on my way to meet him at ‘the other David’, when a busker stopped me in my tracks with his rendition of Coldplay’s ‘The Scientist.’ A crowd had gathered near the precious Picci Carousel on this blue-sky day, and he was lost in his own musical world, enunciating his words carefully despite having a heavy Italian accent.
That song has been stuck in my head for the past three days now. And will probably be the song that will always remind me of this holiday. And more.
Last night in Italy.
“Oh, take me back to the start…”