Italian's consider the first impression as one of the most important experiences one can have. La bella figura( to put your best foot forward) is everywhere here. I'm always amazed at how well dressed older women are. The perfect red lips, the matching suit, the hair and jewelry carefully designed to compliment their appearance. In the morning, you can see them walking briskly in heels, tote bag in hand, chatting over what to buy at the market-and more importantly how much to spend.
Presentation seems effortless, yet deliberate and exact. Even the dog's here seem to strut in a regal manner. It's as if they know that they must exude as much confidence as the person walking them.
Older gentleman with handsome and expensive three piece suits scan the streets, admiring women passing by. Even the presentation of a cappuccino requires time, artistry, skill.
New York is perhaps the only other place I have seen this type of flawless care and attention to visual appeal. It's a practice that seems to be losing it's hold on some American's. Needless to say, I haven't left my apartment without a dress on, shoes to match, and my hair and make up done. Italy makes me acutely aware of my femininity. And.. I find it refreshing.
