Belvedere

Last night, Ron and I ate at the Belvedere in Frascati--a restaurant with a nice overlook (which is why it is called "The Beautiful View"). Last night, Ron and I watched the sunset as we sat at an outdoor table. 

The lady at the table next to us was wearing a sleek, red leather jacket with zippers and snaps. Her hair was died bright black and was cut like a flapper's. Her makeup was thick and her heels were towering. She smoked a cigarette like she was in the movies. 

How I love the drama in Italy!