Today we went to the local flea market in Citta’ di Castello. Every Tuesday it’s in a different town. I had my first Italian macchiato (aaaah…) along with a “coroneto con crema” as it’s called. Then Vanya and I had our first adventure with paying in Italian and discovering that in
Then we wandered around and looked at what lovely pieces of nothing people were selling for far too much. We found a poetry book written in old Italian (one of those old books where all the S’s look like F’s) and tried to translate one of the poems to the best of our ability. We managed to glean some things about angels and death and oblivion, but I think in general we missed the point. We also found an antique milk steamer which looked more like something the evil snow queen would keep in her dungeon as a torture device.
I did eventually end up buying some old pen-and-ink sketch because hey, I’m a sucker for pen-and-ink sketches and I figured hmm… in twenty years when I think back on this trip and look at the few bits of memorabilia I have remaining, which will I find more interesting? Some silly little plastic figurine of Michelangelo’s David from a souvenir shop or a neat pen-and-ink sketch that I haggled prices over with some old Italian guy in an antique market in Citta’ di Castello? I mean seriously, I do not think I need to point out which one has more personality.
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