JFK
Baggage claim, Zurich
Train station market, Zurich
Switzerland or Italy.
Milan (where else?)
Showing respect for the Duomo meant putting on Jo's shirt over my dress. That, or the men guarding the Duomo found telling men to remove their shirts and place them on their girlfriends to be an amusing way to pass the time.
'Pasta? Never heard of it.'
Acqua frizzante, and more mozzarella than I buy for a week, as lunch. Mmm!
Milan is a fashion capital.
I heart NY shirts, no flight necessary
These ads were everywhere. Contrary to popular opinion, the phenomenon of female body insecurity translating into spending on nonsense is not limited to the States.
The Western European obsession with cellulite: the Italian chapter.
Gelato...
Milan, park.
If only all glasses of wine came with this sort of spread...
The wine bar recommended in the Wallpaper* guide to Milan. Tres chic.
Heels! Milan.
"Vegan before 6"
Bologna, where our hotel was lovely if on the 'wrong' side of the tracks.
In Bologna, Jo ate nothing at all.
Busman, holday II
Busman, holiday.
Market in Bologna.
The synagoga in Florence. There were actual Jews behind the fence! I swear!
Apricots in Florence.
I may have overdone it with the apricots.
Exhausted and overheated, but with quite the view, Florence.
Jo and a dome, Florence
Arugula pizza, Florence.
Fast food, like all food in Italy, is Italian.
Florence, coat with glorious studs. Here I am considering DIY inspiration...
Constellation table clothes at the café for the Galileo exhibit. Want!
Where there was once gnocchi with pesto.
Admiring the arugula.
The finest restaurant in Florence.
Emperor Jo
"That looks old." Or, this is me *with* a tan.
Costanza
Rome at night, with what might be the synagogue/ghetto in the background.
Post-Giuliani Rome, it just isn't what it used to be.
Dachshund right after jumping into a box!
Dox in a box, Campo di Fiori market, Rome
Pizza! Inexpensive! Sitting down! A rare moment in Rome, indeed.
Where very tall policemen and businessmen of normal proportions get their espresso and treats.
Heels! Rome. Dress and bag by H&M US.
Gelato number who even knows.
"A pastry. With a cream!"
Jo, in Uniqlo, at St. Peter's
Convinced that the Pope is in fact Catholic, it was time to return to Italy.
Jo, doing as Romans do.
Der schrechlicken franzoesichen Pudel, Campo di Fiori market, Rome
Trying to look as pretentious as a Uniqlo tank top and Target sunglasses will allow.
Carrefour, Belgium, the chocolate aisle
Belgium, obviously.
Because it had been so long since we'd had ice cream...
