Molto bella

There was no magic on the courts, but it hardly mattered. The stately green Umbrian pines overhead, the white marble and red clay made for a breathtaking tre colore tableau. The weather was simply perfect, the sky an unremitting canvas of blue. The statues, looking down on the court as though ready to overrule the chair, were as striking as ever. There's probably some place we'd rather have killed an afternoon. It's just not coming to us right now.