That's Asolo, Italy. It is one of the prettiest little towns I have been to. I wish I could go back. I wish I could go anywhere. We all do. I digress.
I was showing a house a few days ago. The listing agent met us at the street and previewed what we would see upon entering the home. She said the owner was inside along with his dog. We entered the house and ascended the first flight of stairs to the living area. I was the last of the group going up the stairs.
When I arrived at the turn-around I noticed what I determined to be a three tiered shrine holding two cremation urns with a light on the top tier. I said to my self "Be Careful". My mind raced back in time to that afternoon in Asolo when we were ascending the stairs to a second floor Mama Mia Italian restaurant to eat lunch.
The stairway was a little narrow and a little dark as I recall. I could hear people mumbling at the top of the stairs where light from the room bathed a tall Chinese urn resting on a table at the doorway landing. I somehow lost my balance at the last step and fell into the urn which started to teeter then totter. I must have yelled something because I remember everyone looking at me as I grasped the urn before it smashed into a thousand pieces. It did not do that. I grabbed it before that happened.
And that is why I took my time on the turn around in the house. I could not imagine the grief I would have caused had I spilled Mama on the floor.
P.S. I wish I could remember the name of that place. The hostess put us in a corner away from sharp objects. I had the best Fettuccine Alfredo ever. We could see the old Italian women in the kitchen making the food. It was like watching an Italian painting coming alive - but with real wonderful food at the end.
