I've developed a love of signs here in Italy and have taken to photographing them everywhere I go. The locals think I'm just another crazy straniera (foreigner), because what's so interesting about the butcher's placard or a sign for the neighbourhood gelateria? Perhaps it's how old some of them are or the fact that nothing like them exists in North America. These signs seem to ooze a kind of Italian charm that makes me want to eat a brioche (a croissant in the North) in front of them wearing a set of pearls and sunglasses. I'm not even joking. I'll probably do it today, I'm wearing the perfect little black dress...
I should have a fun post coming up for tomorrow or Saturday as venerdì sera (friday night, yes I'm secretly plotting to teach you Italian subconsciously), we are going out for drinks with my new American friend Chiji who is quite probably one of the most hilarious people I've met lately- we even got "shushed" while being overly zealous in our conversation and laughing out loud in an American café in Bergamo. For readers planning a trip to Bergamo, the aforementioned café is called Yoguito Coffee and Bakery and will do nicely should you have a sudden Gingerbread Latte craving.
I should have a fun post coming up for tomorrow or Saturday as venerdì sera (friday night, yes I'm secretly plotting to teach you Italian subconsciously), we are going out for drinks with my new American friend Chiji who is quite probably one of the most hilarious people I've met lately- we even got "shushed" while being overly zealous in our conversation and laughing out loud in an American café in Bergamo. For readers planning a trip to Bergamo, the aforementioned café is called Yoguito Coffee and Bakery and will do nicely should you have a sudden Gingerbread Latte craving.
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