And then there's Monday
I'll confess. I slept in a little. Hot shower, breakfast, and a walk to Le Griffe with Joe, to see if they had a Liu Jo sweatshirt for half price. Yes, but not in my size. No belt for Joe, either, as he's in search of one. A quick stop at the grocer for salad and juice, then we checked out the new panetteria on viale dei Fiore. I fell for the pretty schiacciata -- pistacchio, burrata, prosciutto -- and a loaf of artisan bread. The schiacciata pieces were the size of half a Dominoes pizza, and twice as thick, but I still was shocked the total of that and the bread came to €10! Until I picked up the wrapped schiacciata. If they charge by weight, this one felt like the first time I picked up my newborn son John. Anyway; it's delicious. Platter of goodness Heavy tray of gift-wrapped schiacciata New kid in town We really ought to try this pizza, as both Joe's namesake saint and mine have the giglio as their symbol. I made caffè after lunch, washed dishes, did the never-end...