Posted by Loulou on Nov 28, 2015 | 8 comments

You know, right outside my perch on the soft couch is a piazza filled, in the mornings and afternoons, with adolescent anthros. Tall ones, short ones, shy ones, aggressive ones, some with lots of that beautiful hair that the Italians seem to have no matter what age (except for mainly bald men starting around their 20s!—another phenomenon), and these kids...