First came the bells. Lots of bells. It was a late Sunday morning, so church bells were not unexpected, but the bells were going crazy.
I was sitting with my back to a big wall, hoping to make the most of a difficult situation. I had walked for a long time, up and down the streets, and ended up in the medieval section of Viterbo called Pianascuro, but couldn't find anything that moved me enough to draw. So, rather than accepting complete defeat, I settled on a view of the top of a row of houses with an attractive balcony between. I wasn't super enthused, but I hoped for a pleasant surprise.
Then came the shots. Bang...bang! Then a small explosion of cheers. From over to my right, around the corner, floated confetti, up from right to left before my eyes. Turns out, It was a wedding and I was sitting against the church! (Some of these old, old churches only look like churches, from the front.)
Soon the newlyweds were driving by in a big fancy car, maybe a Rolls Royce, honking it's horn with a line of other honkers following behind. We waved at each other. Up and down, and round and round the neighborhood they all zipped, beeping into the distance.
The excitement lifted my spirits and the confetti made for a much needed compositional element. A new beginning.