Mark Hinshaw

I can still see the beloved village pharmacist in his long white coat and with his flamboyant mustache, smiling broadly, and waving to passersby. But Patrizio was a victim of coronavirus.

The effects of Covid-19 creeps closer even as the rate of new cases is declining.

We still say "Buongiorno!" albeit through layers of fabric.

Our street market was cancelled but the fish truck still appears twice a week as it always did, attracting a village street cat that sits politely, awaiting its supper. People buy the freshly caught fish, but with a meter separation in between. The usual discussion of various fish ensues as always.

Part of the government’s decree is to change people’s behavior for several weeks – long enough to slow or stop community transmission.

The disappearance of crowds due to the coronavirus scare might actually be good thing. No city can thrive on a monoculture of mass tourism.

As I check in with various friends and colleagues in different parts of Italy, it seems most are being cautious and careful, but there is little real hysteria. But online is going crazy.

The key to opening up these Italian beaches to all walks of life is to tie together the promenade, bikeways, benches, existing open spaces, and broader piazzas for concerts and street markets.

A major “pillar” of the Italian constitution obligates people to contribute to their communities. I had never seen such a noble public objective before.