my name is barbara. don’t worry… i’m not writing because i have love troubles: my sentimental situation is a bed of roses! i’m so lucky!
i’m writing to you because i just spent a beautiful day in your city, verona, with my kids, a day dedicated to you. we visited your house (and… sorry… touched your breast as tradition wants!)
we ate delicious italian specialities (bruschette), have espressos, took pictures.
we visited also your grave, in a spectacular cloister.
we had fun in your city, juliet… and i just wanted to let you know that!
>> in the municipal library, trying to find a book about romeo & juliet (but zoeti preferred this one!) <<