Well, much much later, it has been a wonderful day. No painting, but a much better day than I had planned.
I went first to the cemetery with my bag of poppies, thinking I would place a few and offer poppies to any visitors there. The first I met were an Australian couple whom I had met briefly in their hotel where I had gone for a meeting on Monday. Then a tour group arrived, and I talked to the guide. There were seven Australians in the group, a mixture of other nationalities, and the lovely Belgian guide who lives very close to the cemetery. She has been in Italy for five years too. I think we will meet again.
The Australian couple offered to help with the tidy-up at the New Zealand monument, so we cut back the plant that had dwarfed the marble and the monument breathes again.
I then hi-jacked them and brought them home to experience a little of my wonderful part of paradise, and they have just left after a lovely dinner in my village. It has been a wonderful day, beginning with solemn observations in the cemetery and ending with exchanging email addresses with new friends.
Today I am grateful for caring people.