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, May 8, 2012
Lâcher prise
Faire la sieste un mardi matin.
Boire un expresso à 20 heures.
Finir son petit déjeuner à midi.
Commander un chocolat chaud.
Partager un croissant.
Reprendre un macaron.
Déboucher une bouteille de Pop.
Observer les passantes.
Trouver une nouvelle écharpe.
Ne pas songer à demain.
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