so, italy. first milan then rome. lots of gelato 'as big as my head!' and dark unfathomable men. and swedish girls! and big, old, things (made out of stone). an italia soccer t-shirt to paolo's almost consternation. motorbiking everywhere (and especially to san pietro!) and me, realizing what it takes to make me really happy on a random night. it is of course dancing to the cure and david bowie which makes everything glow. via testaccio being my kind of place because there are liquor trucks! people saying to me, 'chinatown?' is less helpful but still very, very, good. the only drawback to going to italy is coming back to france and it's true that maybe there isn't enough of a difference that i should've been so forcibly bumped aside except that maybe...