Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Crime? What's that?
Rather reassuringly, all the shops in the local town shut for three hours at lunchtime. Some of them even leave their wares outside on the pavement, while the owner locks up and tootles off for three courses, half a bottle of wine and a decent snooze.