Recently, for the first time since childhood days, we got to play a game of Monopoly. Of course, after only allocating a couple of hours, it’s left in abeyance. Waiting to be set up again, on our return. Right where we left it.
Sue & Dave’s (of across the road), Christchurch version, adding interest. Its longevity (in more ways than one) is one of those games that succinctly emulates some aspects of life. Illustrates and differentiates. Between the have’s and the have not’s. Property is king. Money rules. OK?
We’re pitched up at Camping Atlantide, 5K from the centre of Monopoli. That ongoing game, reminds us that our property will still be there waiting for our return. But for now, Beastie, our property on wheels, reminds us we’re one of the “have’s”.
Earlier, we leave Beastie in a side road. Give him chance to cool down in the late afternoon heat. We go navigate the narrow channels of old town. Tack this way, then that. Allow ourselves to be blown wherever they lead. A definite ‘Lenor’ fragrance fills the air. Many apartments’ washing, left out to dry.
As is typical, the locals’ inventive decorations add to the delight.
We turn into a small piazza. A large film crew is busy setting up. Most, seemingly doing nothing much. Chatting. Smoking. Coffee-ing. Just hanging about. We become a couple of hangers on. Superfluous. Happy to become extras should the opportunity present. It doesn’t. We wait. And wait. It’s down to the cameraman getting his act together. Nobody makes a scene. Patience is prudence. With the number of bodies milling around, it goes someway to explain the enormous credit roll at the end of modern made films.
