Just returned from a early morn flight from Italy’s big tomato, Rome, so i’ll make this entry a wee one.

The time I spent with the nuzzaci’s made me appreciate the masterpiece of conversation. An italian conversation moves rather slowly.. you can get the gist of the subject, tune out, and return 10 minutes later to find yourself listening to the same subject, and the same aspect of this subject, being discussed in just as much gusto. What you realise is this snails pace is so that every person can have their say and every possible joke is squeezed out. Rather like the italian conversation is a novel to the frenchman’s poem and the englishman’s short story.

see the conversations in action