It’s gotten over 98 degrees this week here. Now, where I’m from in Florida they might be saying, “Oh, that’s no big deal, it’s 98 all the time in the summer.” Yeah. Okay. That’s true. It’s also why many years ago people invented air conditioning, which never really caught on in Europe so we are doing everything literally dripping sweat. It’s the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen. People conducting business literally dripping sweat. I saw a woman take out a fabric napkin and blot her whole face in mid-business transaction yesterday. Today I went for a massage and it never occurred to me that the lovely day spa would have no air conditioning, but she hardly needed massage oil because we were both sweating. I know: Eeeeeeewww… That may have been too much info now that I see it typed on the screen.
You get my point. Here’s a funnier image to leave you with on this hot, hot, steamy day:
I noticed before my massage appointment that some kind of festival — giant concert and market-type tents — was being set up all over town, up and down the lake. While in my appointment I asked the massage therapist what event was going on. She didn’t know. Afterward, I strolled down through the main piazza toward town to have a closer look. I’d arrived just as the festivities were getting underway, in the hottest part of that summer late afternoon heat. It was a GIANT, world-class gathering of motocyclists with their tattoos, Harleys and Ducatis. Thousands of them, roads closed, the whole nine yards. Like all good motorcyclists do, heat be damned, they were walking up and down those cobblestoned streets IN LEATHER! Full leather pants, ladies in leather halter tops, leather skull caps… some of them even had on gloves.
My kingdom not just for AirCon, but my camera, too.
