When in Rome…
Apparently this is a bachelor pad. In Rome.
Apparently this is a bachelor pad. In Rome.
A restaurant devoted to eggs, sheer bliss, right?
Here is the thing: it does not happen every day you get asked to take a tour of the latest hotel to open its doors in your hometown, so when it does happen there might be a slight tendency on my part to go overboard on the photographic front. In my defense: there was indeed much to photograph so I am sure you will pardon me in advance for the abundance of photos in this particular blog post.
And back in the saddle.
My preoccupation with our upcoming trip to Italy seems to be