If there is any doubt which season to choose for travel to Italy, I’m going to give you yet another reason, besides the weather, to choose autumn. It’s the graduation season in Italy. Besides lewd and lascivious drawings of laureates posted to public places in Universities to gawk at, your eyes will feel the splendor of viewing young folks walking (or prancing or even, um flopping) around in sartorial splendor so odd you’ll be amused and your camera will happily click away unabashedly for, well, minutes.
“He gonna be doctor” his friend said, offering him up to our lens (actually, commanding him to pose for this picture). The term “doctor” refers to a university graduate, not to someone who pushes rudely on your tongue with roughly worked boards fashioned out of cheap wood. So, therefore, I, too, am a doctor. I appreciate your respect. I will not wear the skirt, however.