March came in like the proverbial English lion, or, as we more prosaically say in Italian, started in its pazzo (“crazy”) way. Cold, strong winds in gusts that take your breath away, take down trees, and make the windows rattle and shake (and blow away sheets you’ve unwisely hung on the line ...) have been raging in our area for days now. But these winds have also swept away some of winter gloom, and made the air bright, crisp and clear. From the beach we had a view of the long curve of the Ligurian coast line, as far as the horizon. And from the top of the cliff, we could clearly see Corsica emerging from the blue Mediterranean waves.
I didn't have my camera with me to capture all this distant, elusive beauty, so I snapped cell phone photos of what was close to me instead: my knitting, and my girl playing alone on the deserted March shore with the best toy she’s ever known - the beach.