On My Way To Tuscany: Part IV
Saturday, June 26th, 2010The young man with the angelic face surrounded by a crown of black curls would not have been mentally noteworthy had I spied him only once. He would have been just a blip in my hippocampus had he not been ten feet behind me everywhere I went around this small Italian beach town during the previous two days. Sitting near me at the beach. At the next shop pretending to look at produce. Sitting a few tables away from me on the terrazzo of the cafe while I enjoyed my afternoon coffee. He took my eventual confrontation really well. He seemed to welcome it actually. I tried to make myself look big and scary. That only made him laugh.
