#Spotted at a recent Italian Festival in Aotearoa New Zealand:

Two jolly women (70s?) are leisurely doing an olive oil tasting.
Laughing and comparing notes.
Do they like the chili flavour?
The lemon? Hmm.
Maybe both.
They wander off arm-in-arm, debating the merits of an afternoon Aperol Spritz.

In a marquee behind a food truck: A whistling man (60s?) is wielding a wooden spoon, stirring sauces in big no-nonsense pots.
Every now and then his son calls from the food truck: "How's it goin' back there Papa?"
Whistling Man replies: "Can't rush. It'll be ready when it's ready!"

A woman (60s?) says to her poker-faced parter: "What I really fancy is some balls. Big balls. I dunno what they're called, but I really want some of those REALLY BIG DELICIOUS juicy balls."
Both later seen sitting beneath a shady tree, happily chomping on a couple of arancini.

At a pizza stand, a tiny human (2?) is holding her hands up in the air: "Up Dad! Up!"
Dad picks her up.
Tiny Human considers her situation.
Hmm. Nope.
"Down Dad down!"
Indecisive Tiny Human gets put down and then frowns. Hmmm Nope.
"Up Dad up!"

Two men (50s?) are both motoring side-by-side towards the festival on vintage Vespas. Grinning at each other as they come to a stop not far from the local Italian Club.

Any typos spotted in this post are very much looking forward to eating the take-home arancini they purchased at a recent Italian festival. They are rather big and juicy balls.