Little Italy

One of my blog readers is living in Florence - how enviable - and asked if she could send me something "from the city where you and Kenji met". Well of course! The Poste Italiana must for the first time ever have been working properly, because within a week an amazing surprise box with yummy gifts arrived.
All bought in the Esselunga, our favourite Italian supermarket. (For those of you who don't know us 'before cancer', do read this kissing story of our last Tuscan holiday.) The 'Essa' is pretty damn special so I was ecstatic to find the Esselunga Christmas magazine in the box as well.

Watching Italian food commercials and flipping through local supermarket flyers is considered heaven by both Kenji and myself. All the more reason to handle this Esselunga relic with the utmost care and stretch its contents into eternity.

The magazine ads and some meters of artist tape turned our bare utility into a kissing room: a little bit of 'Essa' in our own home.