Sunday, March 8, 2015

Sunday Memories: Look Back In Love: Dancing in the Streets

Visiting a continent neither Florence or my father had ever gone to, there, in a small square built from stones older than the Bible, barely noticeable on the map but huge as we stood looking around it, were hundreds of people and a live brass band.  

The minutes they started playing this traditional music everyone, young, old, middle-aged, grabbed hands to make a dozen circles and began dancing in ancient steps the love they felt for their city.

Placa Nova

My Mama Done Told Me

Reruns of Sunday Memories: Lost in The Dangling Conversation, A Childhood Joy Found