Palermo Canto
‘Midst the sun-burnt blocks blaze orange-walls, the pink of their compan’yuns calling…
‘Midst the sun-burnt blocks blaze orange-walls, the pink of their compan’yuns calling…
Relatively cold, this breezesome morning – bracing.
At least, it didn’t cover any words!
The Trow’s resuscitated – see the blackwhite gable draped along in hanging baskets.