As we walk along Strada Maggiore on the way to the museum, we see a small, older man in a stocking cap walk in front of us, in a hurry. He is carrying a blue and white rectangular athletic bag with a shoulder strap. We see him drop the bag with a thud into a recessed window well of one of the shops. He then hurried off. Thinking his behavior suspicious, we circled back to see if anyone would pick up the bag. No. At this point we became concerned: was it a bomb? Why would a person do what he did? We hurried on to a city office in Piazza Maggiore. The woman behind the counter directed us to the police, who almost always are present near the Neptune statue. There are three young guys in uniform there, and between our broken Italian and their broken English, we make it clear to them what happened and why we are concerned. They are not very concerned. “Italy is safe,” they say, knowing that we are from the very hazardous United States. But a bit later we see them strolling toward the place that we described. We heard no explosions later, so I guess we were overly nervous.
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