Alice - Per Elisa

Remember the twenty-sixth of this month.
Carla - who, as always, could not miss the Sagra degli Uccelli in Tricesimo today - I saw her yesterday morning at the baker's.

Seventy years? Diobóia!

Tell me where to sign! Forget about doriangréis!

This is an imperial knockout! And don't get me started on those size thirty-seven little feet!
Always wrapped in soft black leather boots, midway up the calf.
Stuff that even a dead man would appreciate!

Ps. The story of the Sagra degli uccelli is true: my father used to carry me there on his shoulders.
It opens now and closes at noon.
What a childhood!
Come here and I’ll treat you to a haircut!