The only way from Lucca to Perugia is by train via Firenze.
So be it!
The first train is packed and slightly delayed. But I manage to catch 
the second train also packed.
Traveling with Svein with a pleasure!
In Perugia my only option was to stay in a hotel.
So be it!
Check in and rest. Don't feel like visiting. I start feeling exhausted.
By 5pm I join Irene to catch a little train to up in the mountain of 
Perugia. Then we have the weirdest walk I ever had, through the 
underground city of Perugia. That would be interesting to have more time 
here to know about history. But I just walk to the venue , a huge outdoor 
plaza with a huge stage setin.
Capacity 6 thousands with plastic seats and a stone tribune in the back 
for poor fans. No number seats attributed.
I hold my sign up for two hours with a poor result : only folks who want 
to sell for 100€ or so.
Other than that?....total ignorance and scorn.
I shut of my feelings and tell myself I don't even want to go inside 
with such an audience 😞
After all I could hear from outside 😁
I'm waiting for ,maybe, some of my readers. Fans who know me.
Hardly any one here speaks or understand English. At a Bob Dylan 
show???? The Nobel for Literature.???
That always struck my mind.
Some fans who know me say hello and that feel good.
When I feel totally blocked out...four young people come to me. They 
know me for my reviews and they have a ticket for me. 
Among thousands of Fans , only a handful are great good hearted Fans. 
I start feeling that the world is truly going WRONG!
Or
I'm not at the right place, at the right time.
Bob Dylan doesn't mean anything in terms of humanity. He's just a Legend😕😞
From rags to riches!!! 
I decide not to seat among the crowd.
To stand somewhere in a corner and dance. To remember the good old days. 
When it was fun to be at a Bob Dylan concert.
I stand by a rail. Stopped by security 'cause I don't have the gold ticket 
to be close. Security even asks me to take my seat.
"Mr. Dylan doesn't like people to stand up" he says. 
How does he know that ....????
Can't believe how many folks talk in the name of Mr. Dylan.
The world has gone wrong!
I finally move to the top of the hill.
I see the stage clearly though far away but the sound is loud.
To my extreme surprise....the six thousands people are quiet. Too 
Quiet 🤫🤐
I look at the hands hardly clapping. No one dare to stand and 
dance....just crazy me!
It feels we are in a preacher sermon. Except no hallelujah! Silence!
The show is the same as the last few ones. 
Professional but , for me, the charm is gone.
Bob said "Grazie Grazie mille grazie" twice and some "thank you". Repeat 
again "those songs are difficult to play...". 
"That old black magic" and a comment from Bob. "That song is called That 
old black magic, if someone wonders" 😂😂😂
Then will notice before Jimmy Reed. "We've played that one before, we'll 
play it again" or something of the kind.
Great harp solo on "Every grain of sand".
And truly this is the only time we have a wild reaction from the crowd. 
And as it's the opening of the Red sea....a fantastic stage rush!😕😕😕
They want to SEE  Bob Dylan close...and that must be the only reason 
they bought an expensive ticket....
Well!
At least I hope Bob Dylan had a great time, looking from the stage.
Me,....not so much.
Thanks beautiful young people who gave me that ticket. That will be 
another one experience to write in my book : search for the good hearted 
'fans' in the thousands anonymous folks😂😂😂
Back to my hotel room... wishing to paint my Masterpiece.
Feel like I want to be in another Universe.
Rome will be next and last....