Today, the evil oak pollen was out in force, swirling on the thick air, sailing up through the closed windows and into the apartment. I sneezed, and sneezed and sneezed and sneezed until I was entirely out of commission, forced to do something rare — rest, mid-day.
So I took my (Italian) mother’s advice, cozied up on the couch with a pillow or five, and put on Mid-August Lunch/Pranzo di Ferragosto.
It’s the heat of the summer, it’s mid-August, and everyone in Rome has emptied out to go on holiday.
Except for Gianni.
And his mother.
And perhaps his landlord’s elderly aunt, and…well, it’s on Netflix Instant, so you’ll have to find out the rest for yourself.
I do know one thing. I want to celebrate Ferragosto this August 15!
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