We went to this huge second hand slash outlet slash penny store today. We slowly walked down the aisles, smiling at ugly items and ooohing at the more exquisite ones.
Lisa and Alexander went searching for dog treats and André was browsing endless piles of DVDs. I drifted off on my own to check out the second hand cups and glasses – you never know when you’ll find a gem, but as usual most of it was rubbish.
Then a plate caught my eye. Colorful and bright it stood out on the shelf, and I just couldn’t walk past it without picking it up.
So I did. I picked it up and turned it over, and then I smiled.
Much nicer than pigeon poo, but no less evident.
am trying to connect pigeon poo to an amalfi plate..
Did you buy it?!
You haven’t seen Under The Tuscan Sun? Frances has just made an offer to buy the old house (Bramasole) that she’s found, but the old lady who owns it turns it down. Then a pigeon poops on Frances’ head, and the little old lady almost starts crying. “È un segno, un segno di Dio” she exclaims, changes her mind and accepts the offer.
Janie, yes I bought it
Don’t know where to put it yet, it’s not my style to have plates on the wall but I’m sure I’ll find a place to put it. Maybe I’ll use it as a fruit bowl! 
Ha! As soon as I saw the title of your blog post, I had that old lady’s voice in my head.
he he
I took one look at that plate and thought it was from Deruta, and was pleasantly and cheerfully surprised to see that it was from Amalfi. There you go. Your sign. That it’s neeeevvveeerrrr going to be out of reach.
Tina, that’s what i thought first as well – and if that had been the case i think I still would have bought it. But, I mean, what are the odds? Here I am in little town south Sweden, and of all the ceramics-producing little towns in Italy the plate had to be from Amalfi of all places. It’s just too… I mean, it can’t be a coincidence.