If you read this blog with any regularity you know that strange, unusual, and, well, confusing things interest me as much as beautiful things do. Here are some of those types of things ~ Bad boys, bad boys whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you? (in their white hats and matching bags) Florence PoliceA street performer in Rome. He was pretending to be a drunk. He was actually quite good. Not that I'm a connoisseur of street performers pretending to be drunk. This little girl was just fascinated with him.
Love Locks. Do you know about these? I didn't until our trip to Rome last spring. You can read more about love locks here.
Eye glasses shop - love this sign.
Graffiti on the Metro in Rome
Teeny tiny truck that looked like it belonged in Busytown.
Big Gelato.
Whaddya buy when you go it Italy? Polish pottery of course. We saw this at a craft fair in Florence. Yes, I bought a piece. A darling little butter dish. I know it's wrong.
I can only assume this Porccetteria can be compared to a gelateria or a pizzeria. A shop where Pig is sold? I have a handful of friends and a husband who would *love* to patronize a house of pork. These Romans hang around the Colosseum and Pantheon selling photo opts for euros. Um. If you know me, you know how *mortified* I was by this whole ordeal. If you know Julie, you understand how we ended up in this situation :)
Coming up . . . PISA. The final destination.
Love Locks. Do you know about these? I didn't until our trip to Rome last spring. You can read more about love locks here.
Eye glasses shop - love this sign.
Graffiti on the Metro in Rome
Teeny tiny truck that looked like it belonged in Busytown.
Big Gelato.
Whaddya buy when you go it Italy? Polish pottery of course. We saw this at a craft fair in Florence. Yes, I bought a piece. A darling little butter dish. I know it's wrong.
I can only assume this Porccetteria can be compared to a gelateria or a pizzeria. A shop where Pig is sold? I have a handful of friends and a husband who would *love* to patronize a house of pork. These Romans hang around the Colosseum and Pantheon selling photo opts for euros. Um. If you know me, you know how *mortified* I was by this whole ordeal. If you know Julie, you understand how we ended up in this situation :)
Coming up . . . PISA. The final destination.
11 comments:
great I love that you have a sword in your hand! that is a great picture!
I laughed out loud and hard at the first photo "Bad Boys". Hysterical Katy. And the last photo, equally as funny because I can just hear you. As always, love the posts!
porchieteria (sp) is my new favorite word!!!
COOOOL post
I'm one of the friends who would LOVE to snort my way into that pig shop!
Yes! Another one of your fabulous little details posts. These are my favorite. Those little trucks crack me up every time I see them and I love that you took a pic with the Gladiator...we didn't and now I kind wish we had, but I took several pics of others doing it, especially an amusing group wedding shot with a Gladiator guy. Can't wait to see Pisa. Really glad you had such a good trip.
your last picture and your narrative gave me a huge smile,I can totally see how this happened during a trip with Julie. Glad she brings out such spontaneity in you!!
Oooh Don't stop Florence you are so good at it. I remember those busy town cars and the tall gelato, hmmmm. Thank you so much for the virtual tour and the trip down memory lane...
hello. i popped over from waking up in bavaria. i love your blog. you have some super cute stuff. i love the photo of the all the locks!
YEAH, a photo of YOU!!! Looks like an amazing trip. Your photos are great.
In tuscany I saw those trucks loaded with logs...
logging trucks, but not like the ones in the PNW.
Also, the pork sign advertises that the pork is
milk fed...
I love the details you capture...they are most
interesting. You have a keen eye. mom
I love the photo of the eyeglasses shop. I would love a full size copy of it, if you don't mind sharing.
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