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?
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Envies d'automne
Le cidre frais du marché.
Une tarte aux pommes épicée.
Des muffins au petit déjeuner.
Une boisson chaude pour le goûter.
Une paire de bottines.
De nouvelles ballerines.
Les Beekman Boys à la télé.
Des lasagnes pour le dîner.
Ma maman et moi sur le canapé.
Des litres et des litres de thé.
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