In the collective Italian imagination, spring represents the swallows arrival, the blossoming of trees, the days getting longer or the awakening of the senses. Not for me. For me spring goes hand in hand with s’cioppetin.
A shabby appearance, apparently not to be trusted, cold and austere, a nickname that has supplanted the official name.
Those who live in and around Conegliano associate the fifth day of the week with the open air market. Friday and the open air market have always been going hand in hand.