The place is littered with restaurants, and pizza shops and places selling “Italian Specialties” like meats, breads and desserts.
Of course you cannot have Italian and not have fashion. I couldn’t resist photographing this little number. I wonder what kind of occasion would warrant wearing something like this?
We had lunch at one of the restaurants, sort of by accident. They have Real Italians standing outside the restaurant selling it to you and trying to convince you to come in. And anyone who’s ever had anything to do with Italians know that they’re a hard bunch to say no to!
The place gave us complimentary delicious bread and dip and we ordered pizza. We made the mistake of ordering coffee (we thought the Italians knew how to do this properly) but it tasted horrible. So, in our experience, eat the food in Little Italy, leave the coffee.
We asked some random person on the street to take a family shot of us. It’s always a bit hit-and-miss with asking people to take your photo, and in this case it was a bit miss. Esther almost didn’t make it into the photo!