So i was sitting at Victoria and Grand in St. Paul, like a crying leopard in wait, and i saw this good son and his venerable parents seeing the sights in St. Paul (they were speaking eye-talian). the parents had carefully dressed like Americans, to blend in, swathed head to toe in denim and various shades of navy blue. when in America... at first, i was too damn slow to see it, and after i did, i was afeared of smerching the entire nation by pressing my perverse blog upon them (i know, shame is a very foreign emotion for me and i didn't recognize it). so i didn't think to lift the camera until they were across the street and going into Pottery Barn. i can only imagine what madness they thought of that place. anyhoo, i barely managed to capture the senior italian interpretation of america -- baseball cap, denim blazer, denim jeans and navy blue boat shoes. viva USA.
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