Dirty Laundry

Forget that this is a picture of me. What is important is that I am wearing the last clean clothes I had with me. I am standing at the door of Saint Stephen's Church in Verona, Italy. We had left all our dirty clothes to be washed by our kind Bed and Breakfast host. We usually can find a day laundry, but this time there was not one. Our new best friend took pity and washed and folded everything. After two weeks we were ragged. After intervention we were ready for another ten days in Verona and the Tyrolean Alps.