FUCK STYLE
Stylish as we think they are, Romans have a fétiche with the tracksuits, I guarantee you. I used to think that they wore them for flights scarifying style in name of comfort, since they are confined to (or in?) a tin tube and no one can see them. But spending a Sunday morning (and a few more days) wandering around the cafés and parks and streets of the roman hoods, I scientifically proved that they just adore them! Fuck style: Wear tracksuits! Yells Rome, to my horror, in my face, this not too chilly February Sunday morning.
Ding dong go the bells, men run or ride, families and older couples pop in and out cafés for espressos and walks. And everyone seems to have a dog. And dogs seem to be frisky and friendly with each other and any other thing they can rub themselves on. People say dogs are like their owners. Maybe they get a kick from the ding dongs... Who knows?
