Last day

It has been surprising to me, that because I shop everyday for food and go to the cafe,  I felt sadness saying goodbye to my grocer and my cafe.  Back home in Michigan, going to the grocery store and Target is a chore; I go as little as possible and I can see why.  Although I've had a knack for picking the worst restaurants here, I truly will miss the bread and the fast food pizza and sandwich shops, fresh fruit and vegetables and coffee.  Mostly I will miss the people I have met here.

In my wanderings today, I walked into a fabric shop and had one of those "aha" moments.  It is like wandering into a used book store like KINGS in Detroit, floor to ceiling bolts of beautiful wools, silks and lace in a very old building with lumpy floors that has been there from the beginning of time.  All these fabrics are made in Italy and that is why Italian clothing is so beautiful.  The name of the store is BASSETTI TESSUTI on Corso Vittorio Emanuele, 73.  My computer translation says it means "woven sideburns", but my computer sometimes translates very strangely.  Too bad I don't sew anymore.

I will post the rest of my pictures when I get home.  Caio.