If the holiday flags are flying, then it must be time to celebrate--so reason the normally busy people of Bonsi, heading for the town square, ""singing and dancing and eating and laughing"". . . not knowing that scrubwoman Mrs. Poggi has washed the flags and hung them out to dry. When she tries to tell them they twist her words, shower her with confetti, tweak her cheek--and give her no choice but to take a holiday too. Disignato con brio and rather fun to see unfold although this is strictly antipasto Italian.