I first came to Padua in the summer of 1981. Then, I camped out in the park next to the Scrovegni Chapel in part of the ruins of the old Roman amphitheater that gave the building its other moniker: the Arena Chapel. I remember setting out my bedroll and sleeping bag amongst the addicts’ spent needles and other paraphernalia. As I lay down, and as darkness set in, little fireflies darted about my head and I imagined myself to be a huge Gulliver lying in a Lilliputian airport. This picture was taken only yards from that spot, now cleaned up and re-landscaped. I would have forgotten all of that but for the amazing and memorable sight of the firefly airplanes.