Puglia Original I like to pretend I’m

I like to pretend I’m Italian

a stiff white tablecloth waterfalling onto your knees as the sun hits your back that sits atop a small wicker chair at a small

Give it a cappuccino and chocolate dust and you have yourself a damn tea party for the girls

bigger things to see than the Dolphins on the TV above the bar

and from within in that bucket

Puglia Original I like to pretend I’mA table in Galatina. A small baroque town in the southern region, Puglia, forming the heel of Italys boot. A month in the town, un licked by English and pushing late May was still not in season, theyre doing it for themselves. Im just a lucky observer, and this is my take. Architecture, so nonchalantly monumental, so casually old world royal with weeds growing through the cracks. The overwhelming feeling of this place is its understated