The weather stabilized late yesterday and despite having the sniffles I went out to take photos - the light was too good to pass up. After a while I sat down in the middle of the lawn just inside one of the city gates (Porta San Donato). A few boys came over from the nearby playground to check me out and were pleased to have me take pictures of their comic-book fighting poses -- knowing, of course, they could view the results immediately on the camera's LCD.
After a while, my speech (or slow comprehension) gave me away.
"Are you Italian?," one asked, in Italian.
"No, I'm an American," I say.
"How can you speak Italian?"
"Well, my grandfather was born here in Lucca."
"Ah. America, is it beautiful (bella)?"
"Yes, sure."
"Are you married?"
"Yes, I'm waiting here for my wife."
"What's your name?"
"James. It's the same as 'Giacomo.'"
"James! Like James Bond!"
The posing and mock fighting resumes.
Cute story. Thanks for sharing.
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