Designer Bags and Babysitters

Team G came over today for a good romp on the piazza playground.   It’s always fun to hang out with them.  They are good fun and the children enjoy playing with someone who is not related to them.  We don’t see many Italian children.  I know there must be children here somewhere because we see babies all the time, and babies do grow up. I think their school day must be quite long.

While we were sitting in the piazza watching the children M and I were talking about shopping.  We are both real suckers for bags and shoes so we were comparing notes.  You see guys on the street all the time selling fake designer bags so we were discussing the pros and cons of that particular idea.  Some of them are fake and some of them “fell off a truck” but it’s pretty hard to tell the difference between the two.  Possession of either kind is illegal according to the US State Department website.  So it’s illegal to sell them, and it’s illegal to buy them.  I assume that means it’s also illegal to have them after the initial transaction, but if it’s a good fake how is anybody going to know? 

Anyway, from there conversation turned to the Via Condotti, which is home to many of the designer stores, including Prada.  I’m a big fan of Prada, especially their bags.  I don’t own one but I would like to someday.   

I really want to go to the shop and just look around.  I will have to wear all my nicest clothes.  Maybe I could afford something small, like a keychain or a coin purse.  Then I would really have a Prada bag (or keychain), and I would have had the pleasure of buying it in the Prada store instead of from a guy selling them off a dirty sheet in the train station.  And maybe I would get a shopping bag too.  For that kind of money you should get a shopping bag and a good-looking Italian to carry it home for you.  I am so pathetic.  I might go on an exploratory mission this Saturday.  The Ferragamo store is right down the street too.  How convenient.

A, our new babysitter came over for dinner tonight to meet the children.  They must have passed because she was still willing to baby-sit even after she met them.  So now we will have to think of something to do.  I want to go to one of the restaurants in the neighborhood that does not sell pizza.  Next weekend is out, but it will be good to have somebody available for the occasional evening.  Now, if only we can get invited to another great party like the one we went to last weekend.