![]() ![]() So we sat on the sunny bench, or rather the concrete slabs that function as benches in the center of the new market and ate probably half a kilo of peas straight from their pods. Get in your push chair this minute LucaMassimo or you won’t have any chocolate or anything ever – I listened to Luca who was shouting and pointing at a bench. Then rather than listening to myself and getting us out of the market as quickly as possible by offering/revoking the usual impatient bribes – If you get in your push chair you can have some chocolate. They were babies, tiny pouches of sweet and savory that pop in your mouth, the sort of peas that elude me most of the time. Gianluca immediately obliged and handed Luca a pod, which he grabbed and I made a futile attempt ‘ What do you say when you are given something?‘ But Luca was too busy opening the pod, crack and then, at discovering six green balls suspended in the bright green case, said babies. Yesterday Luca marched three feet ahead pointing and announcing the stalls like a town crier fish, meat, flowers, pane, dog (a pet stall) fruit and then at our stall – having eaten the first this year the day before – yelled peas, peas, peas. Each landmark, however familiar, is greeted with a comedy gasp, announced as if for the first time and then repeated until I have a headache house of the giants, house of the giants, house of the giants possibly trailing off into a whisper, house of the giants. Rome through the eyes of a two-year old is simple the Colosseum is the house of the giants the Roman forum is the dinosaur house San Pietro is a big chiesa fountains are taps, except the fountain in Piazza Navona which is a tap with a fish (the fish being the dolphin Neptune is wrestling). ![]()
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