Pesce d'Aprile

A particularly rough incident last Friday: our otherwise lazy siesta
was rudely interrupted by a spot-check for visa paperwork, while
we sat at the fountain in the central Piazza. Since our passport
docs are kept at home, the visa wasn’t with us at the time! 
Having your “rights” read to you in Italian would be bad enough,
but you should also re-read the starting letters of the first 10 words 
in the opening sentence. 




(I found this one just before it published, and if not for my admiration for my husband’s cleverness and photoshop skills, I’d kill this post…and maybe him!  Of course, that would mean a real mugshot of me would then be on the Internet, so I guess I can’t win!)