On Saturday, around 5:00 pm, in the finally crisp fall weather, we set off on our evening passagiata. Passagiata is that special time in the late afternoon when you just walk, browse store windows, see and be seen. Another expat describes it well here. The people watching really is fantastic. I particularly like this walk because, if Henry will consent to being stroller-ed, it is almost like a mini-date for James and me.
Although restaurants won’t open until around 7:00 pm, most of the stores are open, after possibly being closed during mid-afternoon. We took advantage of this to check a few tasks off the list.
Up first, the tabacchi. That’s right, the tobacco store. We don’t smoke, but I almost think of these things like gas stations for pedestrians. You can get snacks, magazines, and–our aim–metro/bus tickets. I’ve got 10 tickets burning a hole in my pocket now. I’m hoping to share some adventures in public transportation soon!
Next, we strolled over to the wine store. I’m still scared to take in the stroller because of space issues and fear of Henry grabbing bottles, but James picked up more recommendations from his fave employee (a French woman who speaks excellent English). The last batch had a good mouth feel, but, now that the weather is cooling, I’m looking for something more robust. Look for more wine tweets on these soon.
And then, the pasticceria. Oh, the pasticceria! This is a pastry and chocolate shop that we have passed many times but never entered. (I again blame the stroller and Henry grabbing things.) James came out with 18 euros worth of amazing looking chocolate. He picked up some dark chocolate bark with hazelnut pieces and some little bonbon squares. We’ll see how long these stick around. They are incredibly rich so it would be hard to eat a lot of them at once. I think.
After the kids went to bed, we had some incredible takeout from Himalaya’s Kashmir. Followed by a pretty stellar wine and dessert course. This was a nice Saturday night before dealing with Daylight Savings Time, which I now know to have been invented only to torture parents. We start earlier than the U.S. so for the next few days, I’m only five hours ahead of you folks on the East Coast.