Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Monday, 21 July 2008
A wonderful wet shave at one of the many barbers in town, an added bonus being that it was conducted in absolute silence. Unusual in Blighty, unheard of in Italy. I just lay there and gazed wistfully at the plural posters on the wall featuring smouldering, bare-chested young Italian men. You really must pop over Camilla.