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Life in the Piazza

by Kata J. Dora

Life at the Piazza

Photo by Kata J. Dora

The air is wet and moist, filled with a smoky tomato smell reminiscent of a kitchen.

The City Hall’s bell rings: Ding, Dong, Dong. A church bell rings nearby: Ding, Dong, Dong.

Some sit near the center of the piazza. Others stand in small circles and talk. The clearest sounds come from the flowing fountain. The bell rings, ding, dong, dong, but everyone from Cagli seems to ignore it and continue with their pausa (afternoon-break).

While the birds eagerly play tag above the piazza, people on motorcycles enjoy a game of marry-go-round by the fountain. Others still just sit at the cafeteria and gaze at the fountain.

The elderly as a show of tradition sit in a line at the side of the city hall like birds on a cable line and talk with each other. Some simply daydream. The air moistens. Like a morning alarm that shakes you out of a dream, the bell rings majestically: Ding, Dong, Dong. People exit from the nearby church.


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