The voice of Mina ... in Piazza Santo Spirito
It must have been around seven in the morning of a Saturday, the first day of August, and Piazza Santo Spirito could not have been more peaceful. There were no plastic cups or beer bottles from the night before and only one coffee shop was open. The square was quiet and the sun shined softly. I had just exited the building with three of the four-legged customers of the pet sitting business I work for, and even them, three terriers, were calm and relaxed, matching the mood of the day.