Everyone says that the Arno reaches its high point in November. Constant water monitoring--and record-keeping about centuries of floods--back that up.
But I don't believe it.
December and January are bucking science. The snow melted two weeks ago and rushed down the hillsides in a torrent of mud and logs. And New Year's Eve's deluge resulted in Class 1 rapids and a credible surfer's swell at the same spot where I took a picture of kids playing cricket two months ago.
The birds and coypu seem to be clinging to the trees--their shores and embankments well covered by whirling eddies of sludge...
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