“Arsenal?”
Luigi’s eyes darkened.
“Arsenal?” we stared at our son.
Luigi’s eyes flashed.
“Arsenal,” the son repeated with a grin. What was he thinking? Panic seized me – this was Napoli.
“Arsenal?”
Luigi’s eyes darkened.
“Arsenal?” we stared at our son.
Luigi’s eyes flashed.
“Arsenal,” the son repeated with a grin. What was he thinking? Panic seized me – this was Napoli.
We could have been in England – the pure voice from the shadows behind us lifted the words into the church, floated them high above the candlelit pews and on towards the altar.
“Once in Royal David’s City …”
The morning walk to work files to and fro through the city. On a good day some will stop to add a shine to their shoes.