The dialog stops as a woman in a brief wispy skirt prances by means of at the arm of a neighborhood Romeo. Piero says, “Is incredeeble. Have a look at this one! That is Venice. I’m sorry. I’m Italian. I watch the women.”
As every other pretty Italian lady struts by means of, Piero observes, “Giorgione, he is a great artist — sure — however this … that is higher. Oh, Dio. I’ve a ravishing female friend. She is a fashion. However I will not be married. It’s impossee — ”
I interrupt Piero by means of pretending to note a lady over his shoulder. He stops mid-sentence to peer what distracts me. It’s not anything — however I make my level: The default transfer in his thoughts is about on girl-watching.
All at once, it’s again to the high-quality eating. Loris brings a plate of six crawfish with tails peeled and in a position to chew. As I peer skeptically on the strange-looking creatures, Piero says, “Extra extraterrestrial beings.”
As I select one up and chew off the tail, I realize how chilly and limp it feels. I ask, “Is that this uncooked?”
“Sure … Italian sushi.”
Just a little later, Loris returns. “Now we’ve the pasta with crab sauce.” He serves Piero and places the massive bowl in entrance of me.
“Ahhh,” Piero says, “For the peasant circle of relatives, this was once the most important honor … to get the unique bowl.”