Dinner with Dario and Maxime

Qualche volta, la vita è bella.

I stayed with Dario in the port of Brindisi. He had lived in Brindisi almost all his life, and half of his family lived here too. Maxime was a young fellow from Normandy who was biking down the Adriatic coast. He had a bushy beard and the native French skill of listening when a woman speaks. It wasn’t about me — it’s just how they live life.

Dario took Maxime and me out to the kind of restaurant that only exists in movies. We walked through the medieval town, white stone surfaces glowing golden and ochre in the evening…