Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Paella last night at a friend's, a bottle of something decent from Spain would have gone well with it, but of course here it is impossible to buy any wine other than Italian. Not that I am complaining. Far from it. The Barbera d'Asti from Campazzo, Baccarossa, was excellent. The paella was delicious. Complimenti PierAnna! Some of the Leicester Gang are pitching up tonight. The hatches are being battened.