Twinkly fairy or Christmas lights bring me joy. I would keep them up all year round, if I could. I remember when I visited Paris in the ’90’s, the trees on the Champs-Élysées were wound around with white lights, and I thought that it was the prettiest thing ever.
Here in Bologna, in Via dell’Indipendenza (or Via Indipendenza for the locals) the tree trunks outside the corner McDonald’s near the Garibaldi statue have white lights wound around them still, even though all the other decorations have been taken down.
Also, this guy. He’s now 20 years old and looks very different from this photo taken on Mother’s Day in 2009. He has brought me much joy, and continues to be a bright spot in my life.
30 Years in Italy 