Every Thursday the cock crows at 7am. The merchants, artisans and charlatans gather in the streets of Sora with their bancarelle. An outdoor market unfolds where one can buy anything from a spool of wool to fresh scallops from the sea. I’m not much of a haggler but watching my mom and aunt work the mercato is like watching a foreign artform in its splendor. If there’s one thing I learned, once the seller counteroffers your asking price, act like their offer is too high, or you don’t need the item, and walk away – they’ll come after you sheepishly agreeing to meet your demands. Works every time, like a charm. Like a boss. I bought nothing, obviously, and went directly towards the most expensive boutique in town and spent all my money on Mr. Eurotrash. Hope he likes his haggle-free gift!
I’m wearing: J Brand jeans, Converse shoes, Ferragamo shades, Free People sweater, Louis Vuitton Neverfull GM, and my Black Keys concert t-shirt.
deal or no deal?
Carmela’s pizza… simply the best.
