Melissa and I miraculously made our one hour connection in London, with the help of a wonderful British Airways guide who led us along the airport trains and weaved us through the perfume squirters of the designer shops to our gate. Our hotel concierge, Berardo, recommended a restaurant, Maccheroni, near the Pantheon, and we ate in a little cellar room. Artichokes are in season, so we ate fettucini with artichokes after having a cocktail on our hotel roof. It’s on Via Pietra, two blocks from the Pantheon one way and two blocks from the Trevi Fountain in the other.
We chatted with two men next to us at dinner, Andrea and _____. I think one was disappointed we failed to meet them at the Trevi Fountain at eleven. But they were friendly and interesting, and I was able to speak some Italian. We talked about the Italian film, La Grande Belleza, and how it won the Oscar for best foreign (stranieri) film.