the cult of the Italian male

When I’m feeling bored or overwhelmed by people and events – in this case, the riots and unrest due to Macron’s pension reform – my cure is to travel. So let us go to Italy, starting with Rome before travelling down to Puglia then back up to Bologna (all by train). I highly recommend Italy’s excellent train service. As I’ve said before, and I’m sure my fellow bloggers will agree with me, having a blog is a wonderful way to preserve memories while allowing one to return to them in the future. They are, I guess, a sort of time capsule.

This is a memorable trip I took in June 2019, a mere six months before COVID hit.

2 thoughts on “the cult of the Italian male

  1. Beautiful- thank you for the Italy photos and commentary. Haven’t been back since 2017 and miss it. Hilarious reading the Napoli taxi ride – although I’m sure you weren’t laughing at the time.
    Just a note, my grandkids 6 and 9, just got back from trip to England and spent a day in Paris. Very put off by the aggressive sellers- ran up and put a bracelet on my 6 year old granddaughter and wouldn’t let go of her arm until her mother screaming at him and grabbing her gave over 1 euro. Sad, because it put a bad feeling for Paris for a 6 year old visiting the first time in this exquisite city.

  2. I wish I was there with your grandkids and their mother. I would’ve sent those peddlers packing. Where did this happen? At the foot of the Eiffel Tower? Nobody, especially a 6 year old, should have to experience that. However, the mother shouldn’t have handed over the euro (even though I understand that in the moment, and to protect her child, it was the easiest way out.) She should’ve pulled out her phone, started filming and threatened to call the police. They would’ve ran like hell because most of them, not all, are in the country illegally.
    Yes, Italy. I miss it. Love that country. I hope you’ll be able to go back soon.
    Thank you for commenting!

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