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 crystalliere, the old and incredibly comfortable wool-stuffed mattress including head board to the top of the tiny Fiat (one at a time) or folded them inside and then drove them down via Fontana. That wagon is amazing. It's nearly as old as I am. Maybe. I often see zia Maria and Vincenzo zipping around town and country in it like two high school sweethearts getting their daily chores done...
