★★★★ Blandly relaxing, neither demanding attention nor particularly rewarding it. Bare ankles and knee-high boots were both apparently tenable. A man with a white fringe of hair wore snow-white slacks, brilliant in the sun, and a navy blazer. Dark-featured Dante brooded from his high pedestal over his deep-shaded grove on Broadway, behind its thin wire fence. A hydrant spilled into the street downtown, where it settled into a clear, churning pool, wetting the tires of the Vespas outside the cupcake shop.
Friday, September 20th, 2013