Every large city has a Little Italy. Most of the rest of the city thinks it has to go there for “real” Italian food, though since most of the picky eaters have moved out to suburbia, you’re best advised to look for Ristorante non Troppo Lontano.
A lot of artists live in my Little Italy now, and that’s good. When I go there to watch the bocci contest or participate in the commotion of the Feast or the Assumption (our version of the Feast of San Gennaro in New York), I am treated to startling sights like this one.
My son and I walked past this car and both of our heads swiveled back. From a distance of 30 yards, these guys looked real — just sleeping it off. We approached and greeted them, but my son refused to have his picture taken with them.