Sat 30 Jun 2007
I wandered down to the Basilica San Paolo yesterday afternoon in order to take a look at the market they’re holding for the feast of St Peter and St Paul. As I was leaving, an Italian started following me, calling:
“aooo!”
“tspspspsp”
“hey!”
“giovane!”
I realised he was talking to me (actually, I’d seen him fall in behind me), but I was also being given a great lesson in ways to call a stranger in Italian so I walked on.
“biondo!”
“ragazzo!” (more…)






