The Feast of Saint Lucy occurs every year during the week surrounding December 8th. Hundreds of stalls are set up overnight in Piazza Bra and along via Roma, selling everything under the sun but mainly food, food, food.
I look forward to this event for the alpaca yarn seller from the Andes, the freshly made rounds of torrone (chewy or hard nougat candy) of every flavor, the frittelle (deep-fried dough cookie), the 2.54 lbs. (1 Kg.) of sun-dried tomatoes from the South for Euro10, or about $13.60, and the busy crowds of people. We walk down to the fair every day or evening...Angel loves the frittelle.
This was a beautiful crisp cold day.
The arch ending in the huge star is constructed of riveted structural steel. It begins inside the Arena and ends in the Piazza. I know its Christmas when the star goes up. After Twelfth Night, it is disassembled until the following year.
The little kids play on the spikes of the star where they touch the ground. The little kids shinny up the spikes and then slide down. The bigger kids climb among the lower spikes. There is no tan bark or sand to cushion a fall; the parents keep watch but not too close....totally unlike the United States with our ubiquitous potential for lawsuits.
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