We set our sights on a Chinese restaurant (we eat Italian ALL the time). We sat at a sidewalk table, and watched the world pass by: well-dressed business people, tourists (still, not many), workers, petition bearers, mothers with baby carriages, all nationalities. An old gypsy woman tried to pick Blair’s pocket, easily foiled, and he bopped her with his umbrella, Ruth Buzzi style. We listened to a raucous argument between a Chinese diner and his girlfriend on the speaker cellphone -- maybe it wasn’t fighting, only exhuberant Chinese. A car wrongly parked at a construction site across the street was gingerly towed (using straps around the belly) to a parking place – only in Rome. We laughed and drank white wine. |
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