Italian Style
There does appear to be an art of dressing Italian. During our 4 days in Firenze; I've paid close attention to the women around me. I keep trying to distinguish our differences. I have noticed lots of black and form-fitting styles…and heels. I don't think the women here could survive without their stilettos and I can't figure out how they walk across the cobblestones wearing them. Laurrie's in some sort of chic loafers and I'm wearing my Privo's & Born's – but stilettos, they're not! I see lots of scarves tied in all sorts of imaginative ways but after walking miles, I'm hot and sweaty and the scarf is usually weighing me down and I'm looking bedraggled. Italian women don't seem to look bedraggled. So , I have to say I'm baffled.
Granted if blending in with the locals instead of sticking out as a tourist is the goal, perhaps the map and guide book in hand; along with my camera is giving away my true identity.
Italian Drivers
The words "Italian Driving" conjures up images of chaotic narrow streets where caffeine-fueled locals negotiate the smallest of spaces at high speeds, flanked by armies of zig-zagging mopeds, and all serenaded by the hectic sounds of horns and cursing.
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