What can YOU say in six sentences?
Blanketed with snow… streets without cars, trucks, and buses or trains rumbling below, feels like an untried planet, so quiet, a shroud of white… soft, snowy, and soothing. Anxiety melts as calm captures and inches in, a breath of fresh air.
The markets seduce you, bakeries and pastry shops filled with hot bagels and breads, cakes and cookies along with fruit and cream filled treats. And plump chickens in butcher shops waiting to be devoured accompanied by chocolate shops next door frothing with hints of cacao.
“Hey Stefano,” says Gianni as he pops his head outside the pub’s door, “Come in for a glass of Gluvine,” a spiced Roman winter drink.
“No, go fuck yourself,” says Stefano, “I’m going to the cigar bar.”