Una Passeggiata, Thwarted

Was on my way to San Luca again, camera in hand, with the intention of taking a walk and getting some photos of the spectacular evening light; instead, ended up sipping a macchiato in a cafe with a factory worker.  Welp.

I mean, free espresso is almost never a bad thing.  And it was good language practice.  And I guess there's always tomorrow for a walk.

Ginni and I are becoming buds.  Same with the dog.

Progress.

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