|Last night Tiziana and I went to Prato to hear Interpol.|
The concert was on a stage at one end of the piazza. The lighting and effects were stunning, complimenting the renaissance architecture. The music was atmospheric and quite good. Though it was very, very loud. I guess I'm getting old, because I'd forgotten my earplugs - so I stuffed my ears with kleenex.
|Renaissance fountain and Indie rock.|
Tiziana and I laughed a lot. Easy to do with my half baked italian. We were standing in a group waiting and Tiziana said she'd be so disappointed if the band didn't come out and say hi. I said, in italian, "You're crying." But I used the word lacrime, (instead of piangere) which is apparently the special word italians use for the Madonna crying that you see in churches. Everybody was laughing.
|In front of the plate store.|
|Strange little car.|
|Dog in the market. Not something you see in America much.|
|The mosaic workshop. I just walked past a door and looked in and there was a sign saying come in. So I went in.|
|A mosaic like this takes about three months to put together. Gorgeous.|
|Buying gloves from this hidden gem of a place courtesy of the Monna Lisa hotel.|
|Waiting at Piazza Becheria.|
After my walk, I went back to the hotel to change and waited for Tiziana at Piazza Becheria so we could go to dinner. We had a fantastic meal at Cibreo, where the waitress remembered when Dan and I went there the last time. We made friends with all the wait staff because we went early - 7pm. - and were the only ones in the restaurant. Tiziana had to get home to get ready for Andy and Vaud's arrival. By the time we left, the place was full, but when it was time to order dessert, I ordered the merange (however you spell that) and Tiziana was full, so she didn't order anything. In the end, they kept coming by and dropping off free desserts "just because", until we had three. A budino of cream and a fig tart. We said goodbye and I rolled home.
|Lovely dinner by candlelight.|
|The antipasti plates were adorable and delicious.|
|I remembered the merangue cake from the last time. Tiziana with the budino on the house.|
|Yet another free dessert. Fig tart. Really good.|
|Monna Lisa gardens at night.|