I hadn't put much thought into it, because everywhere I had been both in this life and the previous one, had English as their main means of communication.
Today was Wednesday, the third of July.
"How fast the days go."
I tried to recall if there was a church festival or event happening on this date, but came up with nothing. The only possible conclusion was that the cathedral had celebrated this morning's mass in English for our sake, and now that it was over, I was back out in the wild world, left to fend for myself in the midst of Italians.
"I strongly doubt it was just us. There must have been other groups present."
Echo!!
Observing people's lips, Italian words spilling from them, I scraped off my initial idea of asking for directions and began sweeping through the buildings around me. My lips tightened at some of the sights I came across, especially with how close some of the acts being performed were to the church.
"Too big."
"Crowded."
"Not bad."
