- V - At Caere on Dionysus’ and Cybele’s day
Crisp air this morning.
May be the fresh sun of a clear sky-blue, freed from clouds by the breeze coming from Pyrgi, but it will be first of all because Caere woke up waiting the Mysterys’night in honour of Dionysus and Cybele.
I like Caere. I like it in the morning, I like wasting time, I like women in this season, I like them with their Dionysiac hairdos when they come out from the porticos hurried and excited in searching of the last make-up things and jewellery: an Egyptian colour for embellishing the eyes, an embossed copper for the hair, an Hellenic jewel of Eufronio ...
Eufronio. I remember a sunset of two years at Pyrgi port. I awaited for a Cretan cargo ship. The Mother had ordered red figured ceramics, Attic ceramics, pots fired
