Now, I am fan of cigarette and beer vending machines… But this strictly Pocket Coffee contraption might be the most beautiful one yet.
It’s that time of year when the leaves turn color and the persimmons are ready. In Italian, the word for persimmon is “cachi” or “kaki” which, after three years, I still find funny for some reason.
We took off Thursday and landed Monday. Back to the airport tomorrow. So for now, enjoying more relaxing Roman rooftops, with a typical skyline of mismatched buildings and TV antennae.