For a brief period, I held out hope that Italy
would be heavily populated with Ferraris and Maseratis and Lamborghinis
and all sorts of other ridiculously expensive makes of automobile
that end in "i." Alas, it is not so. So instead, I elected
to console myself with a month-long photo-essay on little red
cars. And trucks. And things with three wheels that I'm not sure
really have a standard name.
Honestly, some of these things are so small
that you can almost jump over them. Susan's not a big person,
but next to some of these, she looks like a giant. Just goes to
show what we're accustomed to in the U.S.
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When I finally managed to get over the sneaking
suspicion that some undetermined number of clowns was about to
start piling out of them, I started thinking about how nice it
would be to have one in San Francisco. We could park perpendicularly
in a parallel spot. Or just get out of the car, and then stuff
it into our backpack until we were ready to drive away again.