Water, I find, is an interesting topic of contemplation when in Italy. There are fountains running without fail, many of which are based on aqueducts which are centuries old -- over a millennia old really -- & they provide a constant supply of one of the most crisp waters you'll ever taste. Simultaneously, while showering & without notable cause the water will slow to no more than a drip for several long & cold seconds. The temperature likewise, seems to change at its own accord. I suppose it's one of those funny quirks about Italy: that while the ancient operates perfectly the modern falters, it seems to be a common theme here.
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