The snowstorm is Taormina is over, it was my first snow in Taormina, not enough for a tiny snowball, but it felt sufficiently wintery.
I overheard a tourist say: “I’d expected a bit of summer.”
And another tourist answered: “There is always Africa.”
“Tunisia, you mean?” the first tourist asked.
I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but I knew enough. There is always Africa.