Chapter 47
Ristorante dell'EnzoAfter a slow awakening, by afternoon the city was teeming with people, as if the spectators and riders had recovered from the previous night's reverie and were ready for another day to celebrate the truffle festival. Sidewalk cafés were full – even between meals – shops were doing a brisk business, crowds roamed the piazzas and side streets, and glass clinked here and there among the cafés with tired feet giving in to thirsty mouths.
Paolo and Nicki spent the morning questioning restaurant owners and trifolài on the piazze, but they didn't learn anything new. They walked the city and talked about their lives., Paolo stood five inches taller than Nicki and when she was on one of her long narratives about life in Italy, she would occasionally look up at him f
