It was the best of times...

A delightful morning stroll saw us revisit S. Sabina (clearly a terrier of some note; memo to self - google her) and take in the air and view atbthe Orange Garden. A slightly milky haze over the city, but I still managed to point out some of the major sites which the feather-brained Es appear incapable of internalising. They spent some time mulling over the distinctness of the Vatican from the Gianicolo, when any fool could see the dip on the tree-line. We terriers are, of course, tree-experts. Home via the Tempio di Diana piazza, and a caffe on P.zza S. M. L. (my typing paws are weary). No-one offered me a cappuccino or cornetto, I think they were sulking in the face of my sagacity. It was also rather clammier, atmospherically, today. I don't dare look in the glass - my magnificent coat will be a frizz! I spent much of the day in contemplation, even refusimg a shopping trip to Volpetti! I think the excursion was planned on my behalf to make up for restraining me, at the mercy of my local fans, outside Panificio Passi this morning. The Es pretended to be oblivious, and returned raving about the cakes, meats and cheeses. Their bag of booty disappeared mysteriously when they left for an aperitivo and I can't pretend I was not disappointed. Surely they should ave known that I too would enjoy making a new friend? Disconsolate, I raided the snack-dispenser and ave spent the evening in (very well-filled) dudgeon.