"The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you." Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
A lot of gelato. So far the best has been some ricotta and pear gelato from a place on Via Gracchi.
Reasonably chilly. We’ve been pulling some boho kids in chilly tiny apartment loft moves, like eating apricot crostatas in bed under a pile of blankets. In this 1960s boho version of ourselves, I would be a journalist trying to make it abroad in a sleepy paper (a la The Imperfectionists) and he would be a jazz musician.
Today is our day trip in Florence, and it is rainy, but who cares.
Literally I have never been so overwhelmed as during our God Day, also known as the day we had a tour of the Vatican Museum, saw the Sistine Chapel, and then climbed St. Peter’s.
We have eaten a lot of pizza, and a lot of pasta, and a lot of panna cotta because its my favourite and he doesn’t really have a choice.
The bread charge is the worst after you’ve been in France where bread is unlimited! And free! And good! This pane/cestino charge per head is some bullshit.
The Trevi fountain is so randomly located. Just you turn a street corner and OH it’s an enormous goddamn fountain.
I think this trip is a good reason to reread Eat Pray Love. I will send an annotated copy to you, Mia.
No Italian guys have hit on me so whether that’s because I am not attractive to the European set or because I am with MedBF is anyone’s guess. That being said, MedBF allegedly does not find Italian women attractive so maybe it’s quid pro quo. But really, nothing is more demoralizing than being told that you will be mildly harassed in Italy and then….not being mildly harassed in Italy. That sounds bad but everyone knows what I’m talking about, right?
I like Rome best right at dusk, I think.
Four days so that’s pretty exciting. Museums! Shopping! Sandwiches! Sarah, if you would remind me where you told me to get that sandwich, I will be eternally grateful. We’re staying right by Rockefeller Center so if anyone has favourite nooks and crannies around there, let me know.
What I overwhelmingly miss about France: the apricots.
Summer Getaway! by The Coveteur (via Vogue.com)
I went away for five days last weekend and I already feel restless again.
Botallack Mine, St.Just, Cornwall, England
© midlander1231The two engine houses clinging to the edge of the cliff were built to extract tin and copper. The Engine houses were constructed in the 1800’s, a huge achievement considering the location.