Easter Sunday - S and T and I went out walking early in the garden - soon began to pour, with lightning close by. Had a feeling the weather was changing, and X announced a migraine at breakfast. L and I went to mass at San Martino - packed with people though quite a way from the town. Managed all right with responses from Order of Service, but totally at a loss in sermon and bits the congregation were supposed to know. Not necessary to understand the language, however, to appreciate that priest had fine command of rhetoric, and something to be celebrating Easter where services have continued for 1200 years. Weather now wondrous cold. X drove us to Fiesole, where we walked up a steep pedestrian street to a restaurant high above the valley. Could think of nothing but Milton. Assorted bruschette followed by pasta and several glasses of chianti did something to warm the constitution, while S and X took turns feeding and amusing T. Later walked higher still, with whole of Valdarno spread out below. Roman ruins on way back to car with massive masonry. Came home, danced to amuse T; X went to bed.