When I started thinking about the first time La Passeggiata (pa-se-ja-ta) came to my attention, it was not on my first visit to Italy, which was to the Eternal City of Rome, but on my second.
I witnessed this time-old Italian custom in a tiny village I fell in love with. Since then it has become the most warming welcome each time I return. So what is this most precious tradition I refer to?
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Au supermarché turc : une malheureuse marque de magasin
Dans la famille "j'ai grillé mes chances à l'export", je demande le thé.
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