The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
The stones themselves are thick with history and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.
I know that. I'm having a ball. I'm not slap happy. I'm just filled up with joy and with peace and with all kinds of things that have eluded me for quite a few years. And they're back and they're thriving.