Cats in Italy are not very much different to the cats in my own neighbourhood. The back lanes beckon us.
I know that I would fit in very well in Italy but the woman, of course, has other ideas. For starters, she says, I’m too old to travel. Maybe I should pack my bag and get out of the cottage we share right now- that would show her how old I am. Then she’d be sorry.
The drawback here of course is that I’m far too comfortable with the whole house redesigned for my own personal comfort.
But sometimes I can imagine that I’m in Italy, that I too, can wander down mysterious and enticing alleyways and back lanes. Just like this one down the road from where I live.
With a little imagination, this common or garden alley could be the exact same alley in Italy you can see in the first photo. Perhaps the writing on the wall is Italian too, it’s a universal signage language anyway.
In my case, the neighbouring back alley is only a block away from my dinner bowl and sheepskin-clad cushion in my own backyard. Much more comfortable than a foreign lane, don’t you think?