I have a new found respect for Italian women (minus one – I’ll explain in a minute) for two reasons:
- Cobblestones meet high heels. Italian women do not let the cobblestones of Rome deter them from their right to wear fashionable footwear. All sizes and shapes of heals are the rage here with high-heeled boots winning the popular vote. The streets of Rome consist of paving stones about three inches square. Often, there are gaps as traffic wears away the sand between the stones. This does not stop Italian women from strutting their stuff.
- Scooters. Italian women have special considerations with their hair and wardrobe. You never know when a cute Italian boy will offer you a ride on his scooter. Somehow, the women here manage to have great hair post-helmet and manage the miniest of skirts gracefully.
Now, to the minus one… I was entering Piazza Navona after a trip to the hotel room and was presented with a woman who asked everyone passing in the opposite direction a question in Italian that I translated to be a request for money. She wore a white blond wig with bright pink bangs. Given her appearance and questionable mental state, I was hanging back and giving her space. It became necessary for me to pass her and thank goodness I gave her a wide berth as she tried to spit on me.
One does not ruin the image of sophistication and funky fashion that is the Italian woman for me.
(Note: In this guide by Ryder White you will not find similarities as in Dannie’s take. Jeff’s take on Italian women will have to wait a bit…)