“Aha!” said Fabio. “But in Venice, we drink Spritz all day! And not with Aperol, with Select!” He paused and looked at me seriously: “Never more than five.”
Looking back on the tapas, sherries and cocktails from my favorite bars in Sevilla filled me with a sensation I gradually realized was not hunger, but love.
Never wear new shoes to a wine fair. Thank goodness it was Kachi Izukanne’s first Vinitaly. If the pinch of his new white sneakers hadn’t driven him to find a chair...