“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house”W. Shakespeare
According to W. Shakespeare after the “discontented winter” there would be a glorious summmer.
It doesn’t look like it will be in 2020.
Summer is here, nice and breeze, and not too hot either. In few words quite pleasant, but the road ahead is still long in Italy.
With one-third of world’s population under lockdown and countries trying to get out of this pandemic as efficiently as possible, most tourists postponed their travel plans for healthier times.
Tourists were such an established feature of our towns and resorts that cities seem quite empty without them. While beaches are definitely empty!
3 thoughts on “The Summer of Our Discontent”
A little poem I whipped up –
Questa è l’estate del mio malcontento
Perché non vedrò la Provincia di Trento
O la mia bellissima Val di Non
Nemmeno il mio telefon;
Covid è qui per restare
E non c’è niente da fare.
It looks like it is not going away so soon, isn’t it?
So sorry for the situation in the USA though. 🙁😢
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BTW, Italy is empty, yet so beautiful.