We left Mantua

And Padova

And made Verona 

With a window looking out

On northern Italian bricks and sunlight

And Rotting roofs 

The bed horrendous!

We sunk into the center laughing

I went to use the wc and walked into a family's apartment

Grandmother and daughter, cousins, and boys caught fighting, uncle holding a bottle grinning, their faces like a painting

 Pierro Della Francesca

They were surprised and they laughed.

My startled drunken expression 

"NEXT! Next ...door!"