This picture that I found while reading the Ephemeral New York blog makes me dream of summer. Not the beach-y summers of my stuck up 20’s, but the loud, sweltering, 15 people milling around a tiny city kitchen on the 4th floor of the projects in Crotone that I spent one summer with boyfriend number 3. Kids everywhere and fresh burrata from the corner grocer and old nonno with the Hitler mustache who wore the Alan Ladd hat even if it was 95 degrees out. Terribly happy in that silly & stupified ‘I’m finally living ‘real life’ kind of way. That is what I long for today.