Once my goods arrived in port and were driven down from Livorno, zio Vincenzo came by to haul away zia Concetta's old things. He simply tied the kitchen table (should have kept that), the 1970s crystaliere, the old and incredibly comfortable sheep's wool-stuffed mattress including headboard to the top of the tiny Fiat (one at a time) or folded them inside and then drove them down via Fontana - the entire piazzetta looking on. That wagon is amazing. It's nearly as old as I am. Maybe. I've often seen zia Maria and Vincenzo zipping around town and country in it like two high school sweethearts getting their daily chores done.
