Things get started early in this city. I was wakened by the clatter, not of Santa’s reindeer on the roof, but someone dragging their wheeled suitcase across the campo. When I rolled out of bed, I was rewarded by seeing an early morning chat at the edicola (newsstand).
The street lights were still shining brightly.
And, a hard working fellow was almost finished sweeping the pavement. Then he turned his attention to collecting our rubbish and recycled things. (Paper and cardboard today.)
Here is a corner of the bedroom in this apartment. The Venetian mirror is very kind to sleepy early morning faces. The silvered surface on the back has faded and blackened, so only a vague image is reflected back. I like it!