pashminas and piazzas

It’ s a little crazy in the Eternal City. A certain celebrity couple have taken it by storm. Shame, really.

We have a bit yet before Turkey Time. Before we head to the hills – for the first time in nine years – for family and food.

Until then I’ll be grazing on anti pasta, warm red and brie. I’ll have crusty bread and call it healthy. Because I’m convinced it is. I’ll do it beneath a pashmina of pink and a patio lamp.

I’ll watch it rain on my toes and get cold in Trastevere and wont care.

Short and sweet. The Piazza di Spagna. Roma at night.