"Where is Bianca!" called, in a booming voice, an old man sitting on the terrace of a Café, striking his cane on the cobblestones of the street.
"I'm coming! Leave me two seconds to deliver this to the Micheline, and I will come to you!" Bianca shouted at the other end of the street.
The villagers were setting up their stalls while the town hall employees were checking the bulbs of the long luminous garlands, taken out, especially for the occasion.
Bianca was solicited from everywhere and was running around to give her opinion or help those who needed it.
"I finish with Father Francis, and I come to help you!" said the brunette when she passed by her best friend.
"Take your time. I'm still thinking about whether I cut the lavender stems to make bouquets or just leave them spread out o
