Thunder and lightening all morning sounded like a bombing raid and caused the lights to flicker and me to scour the apartment in vain for candles. After a few hours, the sky suddenly cleared, and Pontremoli resumed setting up its medieval fair.
I took advantage of the lull to search out candles at the supermarket in case of a future outage. I chose the least expensive, with an image of the Pope on its label, but later the apartment owner laughed when he saw it. Apparently I chose a type of candle designated for cemetery use. I left it unused for the next storm and the next guest.
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