Saturday 2 July 2011: Blurry pizza, Travestere
An inauspicious start: Andy, having left his camera at home, is not happy. His mood is not improved when, chewing on a sweet, he loses his new crown.
George, against all recommendations, has packed a pair of scissors in his hand luggage.
Still, the travel all goes smoothly, and with George sleeping next to me on the Heathrow-Rome flight, I get some selfish book-time.
Get to the apartment, dump the luggage and cross the river to the Travestere district. Red wine and pizza, gelati and a stroll, then it's off to bed.