This is where the pants fit in - our host, our friend and myself hadn't had the forethought to dress for the occasion, and the rules are very strict: men must wear pants. Fortunately they're quite accommodating about the whole thing, and someone quickly arrived in the courtyard with three pairs of black pants.
Through a couple of more courtyards we found our way to our private room.
Replete from a sumptuous meal, we slowly made our way back, stopping to admire the water maze. A drinking game of sorts, the poets would splash wine into the start of the water passage, and need to complete the verse before it reached the end. I didn't quite catch where the drinking part came, but give poets and wine I'm sure there are a myriad of possibilities.
Strangely enough, although the restaurant insisted that the men wear pants, they didn’t mind if the kids wore their shorts, and we ladies were certainly not that dressy in our casual skirts. We were dining intimately in our own private room off the courtyard and there was no one in sight. However, when in Rome…
The maitre-d’ spoke English, and I enjoyed a short conversation with him about the peach trees growing in the courtyard. The variety did not appear to be quite the same as the trees we have at home, but the leaves were certainly similar and I wished I could see the ripe fruit so I could compare taste and appearance.
- Bess
Strangely enough, although the restaurant insisted that the men wear pants, they didn't mind if the kids wore their shorts, and we ladies were certainly not that dressy in our casual skirts. We were dining intimately in our own private room off the courtyard and there was no one in sight. However, when in Rome...
ReplyDeleteThe maitre-d' spoke English, and I enjoyed a short conversation with him about the peach trees growing in the courtyard. The variety did not appear to be quite the same as the trees we have at home, but the leaves were certainly similar and I wished I could see the ripe fruit so I could compare taste and appearance.