Italy is a curious place, let me paint a few images.
Two immaculately dressed Italian ladies on the ferry to the beautiful island Pocida casually toss their finished cigarettes into the ocean.
On the overflowing beaches old women with deeply tanned crocodile skin, show no signs of giving up sun basking.
A couple fight in Italian, flaying arms and gestural hands saying it all.
Another couple make out passionately on the same beach, he’s taken off her top and they writhe about. Standard behaviour for a public place?
Italian men stalk about in white speedos, populating Tinder with photos so posed it’s enough to put anyone off the app indefinitely.
Italian police officers pontificate about in uniforms designed by a clothes stylist. It’s all about the look.
There are midnight queues around the block for what was the best gelato of my life.
Everywhere you turn is something new to bedazzle. Grit amongst the glam, and passion in even the mundane.