I arrived to B on a warm late afternoon. After a refreshing stroll around the lower town and then to the hills, I walked up to the piazzetta of confessions – overviewing the sea – where thirty years ago on a sunny morning Elio found the courage to give up his secrets to Oliver, to the palm trees and to the sea-breeze.
Next morning – right after my espresso – I climbed back to the piazzetta to find out how the trees and the breeze still remember that conversation.
“Oliver: Do you know what you’re saying? Elio: Yes, I know what I’m saying and you’re not mistaking any of it. I’m just not very good at speaking.”
Piazza De Amicis by night
The road climbing the hill below the small piazza
“I told him to follow me, I’d show him a spot most tourists and strangers had never seen.”