Today was the first day of classes for us-Italian. Two and a half hours twice a week should be pretty good. Today we learned the alphabet and how to pronounce some of the more difficult letters, like C. Trust me, it's more difficult than it sounds. Then the instructor, Eldamaria, gave us a spelling test. I didn't do to badly, considering I can't spell in English. I commented to several, ok, all, of my class mates that our instructor looked and sounded like Suzanne Pleshette. Not one of them knows who she is-or rather was. I realize that there will be generational discrepancies but c'mon, Suzanne Pleshette? She's an icon! It would be like someone of my generation now knowing who Audrey Meadows is-was.
Actually, class was a lot of fun. Elda-she'd rather we didn't use her full name-is funny, charming, and can speak at least three languages; she and I conversed a bit in French. Yes, my mind is still in Paris even though the remainder of me is in Rome.
After class, Nick and I went to the Vittoriano to see a van Gogh exhibit. Not his best known works but a very nice selection nonetheless and pretty sizeable too. The exhibit also included several paintings by Gaugin, a few Cezanne's, a Senac, a Seurat, and a Pissaro as well as several prints by many of the above. The focus of the exhibit was to show van Gogh's evolution and how different artists influenced him. Picture taking was not allowed, sigh.
We took the tram back to our neighborhood, rested for a moment, then headed out to see if the Pope was in--see the post below. On the way home, we stopped in front of a corner market which isn't exactly on a corner--it is in the middle of the block--but it's close to our apartment. They had some broccoli on display.
It is the strangest broccoli I have ever seen. I have no clue how it tastes....hmmm...perhaps I'll make soup. Although it really isn't soup weather. Today was sunny and 60. Eh, I'll worry about that tomorrow.
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