Mark McLellan (gentleman, scholar and acrobat) muses out loud.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Robert De Niro's waiting, talking Italian
Well as it turned out Mum and Dad couldn't make it yesterday. And instead of brother Ian with SO and two younger nephews it was ex-SO, Francesca, and number one nephew, Lorenzo. Plus Sheila, a publisher from upstate New York, with her companion, Peter. We went to the local Italian restaurant, Cafe Uno. Now Francesca is Italian, my brother speaks Italian, and Lorenzo, helped by many summer holidays in Italy, is also fluently bi-lingual. So much of the conversation with the staff was in rapid-fire Italian. Were we on holiday in Italy I guess I would not have noticed, but in Barnes (South West London) it felt just a little bit strange. A bit like a linguistic worm-hole in space.
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