Last night I went into a small supermarket here in Alagna. The moment I walked in I was greeted with the music of Nirvana, covering Bowie’s the man who sold the world. Cool. Next it was PF, wish you were here. I hummed along, and slowly coursed through the aisles, then to dire straits, lets go down to the waterline.  I think I spent at least an 30 minutes getting lost in 4 aisles of pasta to wine just perusing the randomn Italian basics, and listening to a panache of music I really love. 
The best part was seeing a woman from maybe Denmark doing exactly the same thing. Moving and swaying and lipsynching to mine and to theirs.  We longingly glanced at each other nodding in approval. For a moment I thought about meeting this fine middle aged beauty up close when the song ended, a long pause.  I moved closer.  Then in a manner of an unwelcome guest her husband came around the corner with a massive bag of toilet paper asking her whether it met her approval. I laughed and caught a chuckle from her too as she understood for that brief moment we both together experienced a momentary escape from reality in this tiny market in a tiny mountain villa here in northern Italy. Alagna.