For my incredulous friend, yes, the kids are still out at concerts at 11pm, growing up with the best of music and not knowing how privileged they are. I am still torn between finding them a distraction and marvelling at how lucky they are. This little one directly in front of me was perfectly behaved, and the one behind the music stand was as well behaved as an energetic little one could be, although rather distracting at times.
And somewhere in this picture is Tania Di Giorgio again, singing my favourite O Mio Babbino Caro (Oh My Beloved Father). Despite the rather sad story behind the song, it never fails to lift me to a wonderful space!
Today I am grateful for my wonderful life here in Italy.