Not an Eton Mess

I recently discovered (I was reading a cook book by mistake), that an Eton Mess is what I might call a pavlova that got dropped on the way to the table. (If you don’t know what a pavlova is, I pity you.)

Anyhow, this is my introduction to a mish-mash of images for your eating viewing pleasure.

This is what greets me when I finally choose the right key to get into the apartment foyer.

Those are rather lovely (and old) bricks.

The first Venetian cat I’ve seen so far. It wouldn’t follow me home, darn it.

A couple of pastry cooks at work. They wouldn’t follow me home either, darn it.

I did slip some food in, it seems. Do you like persimmons? I like their colour.

This is for you, Susie.

And this is for you, Linda.

This afternoon, I’m joining a group of Graffiti Busters, to do some cleaning near the Miracoli Church. I thought I was on vacation!