This Saturday finds me in London, and of course if I was able to, I would post a big Red Doubledecker bus.
But for now, I’ll just post some other visions of red I’ve had lately.
For some reason the color red as well as the word have some special meaning for me since my last name means red in Italian. When I introduce myself in Italy, most people have no problem recognizing my name as Italian. But it’s a strange recognition because Rosso is not a common last name – in fact it’s more common to hear Russo or Rossi.
Here’s some of my favorite reds……….
From the Artigiano in Fiera I mentioned earlier, there was a lot of “red” food – here’s some salame and peperonicini from Calabria –
Of course, candy is a favorite, and red candy is great, too – some red hard candy they were breaking with wire cutters –
And one of my favorite reds – this time a morning in Trastevere from my old apartment – I saw red filtering in through my blinds and wondered what was going on. When I opened them, I was greeted with this sight: