While Paris sits under a blanket of snow, I have been enjoying the last of the warm weather walking the streets of Rome. When in Italy, I resort to the simple pleasures of life. The most amazing cappuccino awaits my lips every morning (why is the the coffee so bad in France?) I buy a huge chunk of parmesan cheese from a man who wraps it up like a Christmas gift. I sit in the cafes and watch the parade of home dyed biscuit blonde women walk by (all with cigarettes hanging from their lips) and their faces glowing from too much bronze powder. I feel the stares of men of all ages which does more for my ego than a jar of Creme de la Mer. And finally, I end everynight eating pasta with white truffles while sipping a newly discovered red wine from Tuscany next to the man I love. If this ain't heaven, it is pretty darn close! Shalom.
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