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Weekly Markets

Little Market of Borgo Parioli
Via Tirso 14 to Via Metauro 21
Sat and Sun
10am-8pm
Closed 4th Sunday of month
Antique vases, books, furniture, jewelry, silver
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All cultures find weddings to be a wonderful occasion. The Italians view weddings to be particularly important and an extremely special affair. From beginning to end, the preparation for these ceremonies incorporated many tradition, some of which still take place in modern times.

In the past, it was not uncommon for a male relative of the groom to go to the future bride’s father or uncle to discuss the notion of marriage. Periodically, a messenger would be sent with a message making the bride’s parents aware of the groom’s intent to marry their daughter. On a rare occasion, the groom had a desire to propose directly to the woman himself. He did so by serenading her before bestowing a diamond ring, thought to be produced by the flames of love. Once the two families were in agreement, the couple’s official engagement was declared. Read the rest of this entry »

Heart-shaped boxes. Striking red roses. Candy engraved with messages of affection and infatuation. As soon as Christmas trees are down and presents are exchanged, the aisles will be streaming red and pink candies and gifts.

In the United States, Valentine’s Day evokes images of fifth graders exchanging Pokemon cards in fits of puppy love…adults drinking wine by a romantic candlelight dinner.

The character who seems to embody the spirit of Valentine’s Day is the baby-like Cupid, whose arrows inject people with amore. Read the rest of this entry »

When I said I was traveling to Italy in a week my hip acquaintance raised his eyebrow.

“Are you going to live there?” he asked. “Or are you just going for a Three Coins in a Fountain-style pilgrimmage.”

I read between the lines of his arch question. If I said I was going to Italy to live, I’d win respect. But if I owned up to the latter choice I’d be lumped with the fanny-pack-toting masses. What’s wrong with a pilgrimage? I thought. So what if I want to visit all the obvious sites? I wanted to smite the snob and be proud of my tourist intentions, but I chickened out.

“I guess we’re living there,” I said nonchalantly. Then I changed the subject. Read the rest of this entry »