Well the Italian leg of the tour is stitched up and we are now in Gay France aboard a TVG train to Rennes, Bretagne. Had a lovely day in Paris yesterday. Drank short coffee and eyed Parisians bathing in the summer sun at the Pompidou for hours, sought out Paris' best vintage stores and went to my favourite perfumery at the Opera. Finished it all up with a late dinner and drinks with the gang in Montmartre. Magnifique.
Had a run of bad luck in Italy. All shows cancelled. One due to a landslide in Como on the day of our show. Even Mother Nature was against us...
We managed to pick up a show late in the story at Milan's oldest venue, 'Scimme'. We played for an audience of Pete, Michelle, a 23yo Californian first-time-traveller who had been robbed twice since entering the country (two days earlier) and a drunk junkie from Britain. Yeppppp, not the greatest show ever, but they seemed to enjoy it no less.The junkie even joined us on stage for an avant garde tambourine solo which, in hindsight, we probably could've done without.
Luckily, the cancellations meant we could spend some time making the most of bello Italia...
Cuisine was high on the agenda.
Pete and Michelle introduced us to a great little Italian trattoria (run by a father and son troupe) just around the corner from their house.
The pasta was magical.
The Sicilian family figurehead took a shining to us and Ben and I now have a new Sicilian Dad we call Papa Pappadella.
...I miss my Daddy and his delicious pasta.
Ohhh Papaaaaaa.
Papa Pappadellaaaaaa!
He even welcomed us to join his son's 19th birthday celebrations, where we drank fancy champagne, ate sweet custard sponge cake and tried in vain to sing happy birthday in Italian.
Papaaaaaa!!
I also found out that there is no K or J in the Italian alphabet. So, in Italy, my new homeland, I will forever more be know as 'Ate Acobson'.
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