One of the numerous things I love about Florence are the swallows that arrive here every spring and depart when the weather gets too hot. They are beautiful birds that nest in the eaves of the teracotta rooftops in Florence. They sing outside my window, where they live, and wake me up every morning at 7am. Then they dance and sing for about 2 hours, and off they go to the Arno River to eat the mosquitos. Everything is silent until they return at dusk, when they rejoice, having spent the day enjoying their festa.This year, the swallows returned to Florence before I did. It was such a delight to be welcomed home by their singing and their happy dances in the air.