Dead Season

Every August, Florence shimmers in the summer heat, but this year the heat wave is fiercer than usual and the city''s inhabitants have fled to the cool of the hills and beaches of the surrounding countryside. So it is no surprise that amid the shrubbery of a normally busy roundabout, a corpse lies unnoticed, bloating in the humid air.

Sandro Cellini, meanwhile, will not be joining the crowds of hol...