
Recently I traveled for work to Bologna. I was in route to Ravenna, a small city along the Northeast coast of Italy. What I wasn't prepared for was that my name was "Parigi".
His sign had my client's name on it, so I knew he was my driver. Then he said to me "Parigi", and I said "no" (of course that's not my name). A few back and forth minutes of Italian-English-French fusion, and we agreed I was Parigi because of course this means "Paris" in Italian. Silly me. On we go.

As my colleagues and I headed out one evening, we talked about how remarkable it is to be in Europe where at each and every turn, there is historical significance and detail to take in. Even in Ravenna, it was once the capital city of the western roman empire. So take it in we did, over a fabulous fresh pasta meal and bottle of wine. Ciao.
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