I saw a little slice of life the other day. It was touching, heartwarming, and as universal as happy children and doting fathers – with an Italian twist.
In the very early afternoon, a school bus roared up to one of the houses just outside our village gate. A happy little schoolgirl wearing a dress and a pink backpack jumped off the bus and practically into the arms of her father, who had emerged as the bus climbed the hill.
They could have been advertising familial contentment.
The twist? It was Saturday. Italian schoolchildren attend class on Saturday mornings!