PAVAROTTI

Pavarotti died today. We went to Carrara and wandered through the marble quarries, our shoes covered in talcum-like marble dust. The white mountains against the blue, blue sky stood out dramatically. We had no contact to television nor did we read a newspaper, but we imagined that all Italy was in mourning.
This evening we ate downstairs in candlelight- too cold to be outside- and we listened to him sing.
It was a beautiful day tinged with the sadness of the loss of this great voice.