Il Inferno & L’Agania in Arezzo Recipe

“To be able to say how much you love is to love but – By mid-morning, the air was vibrating almost audibly, the cicadas had exhausted themselves and gone silent, and the leaves of the sprawling fig hung limply. By noon, the sunlight and heated air had turned the sky from cobalt blue to almost white, and those fools who weren’t in the pool already, would race, wincing with every step, across burning concrete before flinging themselves The walk from pool to apartment for lunch was, I imagine, similar to the experience of a fish being baked. It starts out with a pleasant introduction from coolish water into warm air, then before you know you are scorched and starting to flake. Haste is typically not recommended in such…