June 4, 2009
What were the odds? We are just entering Campo de Fiori, dad puffing and huffing and complaining behind me, Svietlana in a sulk as usual, and suddenly those two guys stop me – their faces familiar, but for the love of Jove I can't remember where I know them from. Sophia's party, of course! Baci baci, two minutes later we're being led to a restaurant - 'I know the owner, it's just around the corner!' - the cook is Polish and explains everything to them, the food is great and throughout the delicious meal I keep chuckling to myself, what were the odds?