I sang the Paolo Rumi song on Tuesday (with a little help from a lyrics crib sheet), as well as the song I wrote in (gulp!) 1982, "March In Turin". (I just realised it talks about "the marble by the embassy door", but Turin, not being a capital city, has no embassies! How silly I was at 22!)
The next day it was off to Milan (a city I find way too high-GINI for my liking) to see the Triennale gallery, and an excellent show about a designer I knew little about, Joe Colombo. On the train back to Venice (really the only place in Italy I feel entirely comfortable; it's so peaceful and serene and beautiful) I wrote something about Colombo for my next Wired column, imagining living in one of his molded plastic bio-pod capsules. But not in space, in a palazzo here in Venice, evidentemente! 