Trastevere
John Tranter, 1 October 1998
“... some freshly-picked peas, delicious, piling them into a mound on her lap. Her sister fills a large brown bowl with blueberries and an arrangement of little lilac petals. I wonder who that is in the mirror, tossing her blonde curls. It must be time for a drink – it is! She dips the tip of her tongue into her martini, and the repetition of this gesture is her ... ”