The street in front of her seemed to shimmer in air heavy with exhaust fumes from the profusion of mopeds, bicycles, motorcycles and occasional tiny auto. It was hot. The sun bounced ferociously off the ancient stone buildings. There were no trees, no shade. She needed to get back to the hotel to nap. Maybe it was only jet lag from her night flight to Milan, then immediate transfer to a flight to Florence. She had arrived in time to lunch with her mother and Ruth, her mother’s longtime friend, who had arrived a few days before her. Now she realized her schedule had been too ambitious; now she was paying for it. Numbly she watched the people passing. Her eyes followed a motorcycle driven by a handsome man with a toddler sitting precariously in front of him while a young woman with an infant strapped to her back sat sideways behind him, clutching him around the middle. None of them seemed concerned about how dangerous their mode of transportation appeared. Tired as she was, Claire almost laughed at the sight of a very prim older woman, dressed in a conservative navy dress, her gray hair tightly twisted into a bun, sitting very straight on her cherry red moped.
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