My wife's cousin in New York just returned from a vacation in Italy. She had some wonderful stories to tell, about the travails of traveling with her elderly aunt, about World Cup fever and inattentive waiters and cooks who forgot their hungry customers' orders because they were glued to the kitchen television set, and about some kindly British ladies on the bus who were so solicitous of the two of them.
They visited Tuscany and Umbria, Rome and Naples, and acknowledged that the Italians are much, much warmer towards foreign visitors than are the French. Senza dubbio!
In Florence, the lady in question was determined to visit the Church of Santa Croce. But a sign posted on the door said that the church was closed due to an historic event. She assumed that Italy was playing in an important World Cup match, and so no one would be expected to be in the church. Only later did she discover that the "historic event" was just a soccer match between two local teams.
Bella Italia.
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