I’ve often thought about these two, perched by the fountain in teeming Piazza Barberini the evening before I had to leave Italy to come back to Melbourne last July. It was a hot Thursday and there was the partita with gli azzuri playing later on so Rome was in a frenzy piu’ del solito. I guess that’s why these girls cut such a cool contrast. They consoled me I think, looking back. As long as people still had time for one another, like these two did, everything was going to be all right.
But then again, for all I know they were talking about the game.