Friday, 16 July 2010
This man feels the same, doubtless, the mustard-coloured walls of his handsome turn-of-the-century apartment somehow conspiring to make him look even hotter than he no doubt is. It's uncomfortable alright.
At the time of writing, we're in for a short lull in the heatwave, and then from Thursday to Saturday it's going to scream back into the upper thirties. Of course there are hotter places in mainland Europe. I remember ten years ago trying to finish an ice in Rome without it turning into water before it reached its destination, and walking to the Etruscan museum feeling as if hot irons were being applied at every step.
Oh, and while I think of it, a word of advice: never, ever, drive across Italy in the summer with a cheese in the boot. It's absolutely the worst thing to do. There is no known antidote, and you will never find a buyer for your car even a decade later. Ciao.