8:00am.
Calle de Traghetto. It's freezing out. I patiently resume my comings
and goings.
10:05
am. at last, it's him. the door of "casa de Stefani" opened.
He appeared. He heads toward campo San barnaba. He's wearing a wool-lined
sheepskin coat and has a camera slung over his shoulder. I find
he's changed . His hair is longer. A woman is holding onto his arm,
her head covered by a print shawl. I follow them from a short distance.
they take the following route:...