first rains in Via San Giuliano.
We're going back home on the sidewalk for those who have the courage to claim it as such: that beyond some point in the passage with the 'umbrella-typical for a rainy day ... - it is far from easy, then there are holes increases, cracks, protruding manholes, in addition to a continuous series of puddles, some of which are as wide as the sidewalk and force us to take to the streets, but not even close to the edge, no, at least a step toward the road, with cars whizzing, regardless of 'water that we throw at him. D 'on the other hand we are in the wrong: we're not on the sidewalk and pedestrians. And by golly!
Serena, the youngest, goes hopping, careful not to wet your shoes, but also not to be overwhelmed or stumbling disastrously. It 's very concentrated ...
SDLENG! The 'umbrella ends up on a railing and bounces into a small tree STUD!
Then she returns to the right, but RI-SDLENG!, Other canceled; TONG!, Light pole on the left; SCRRAK!, Grated on fence cement on the right; DENG!, this time is the pole stop the 'bus, to the left ...
"I-Love-chirping so what if you keep' umbrella will not fly home!"
The small turn slowly narrows her eyes, staring at me and then, rightly furious bursts out:
"It's not my fault! That 's what drew the city here that had to do more deep! "
