Il Autobus

In Italy, especially where public transportation is involved, a certain amount of la fiducia, trust, is required.

Trust that the bus will always come, no matter how late it seems to be.

Trust that even if you get on in the direction, you will eventually get to where you need to go.

And trust that the one time you forget your bus pass, it will be the one time a bus officer asks to see your abbonamento. (Thankfully, I’ve never forgotten mine.) Because this random verification process, and a collective trust in the functionality of this system, seem to be the only thing that keeps people paying for tickets, and keeps the buses moving.

Oh, this girl just has awesome shoes. No deeper meaning or cultural insight there, just shoes I really really want. And that lady’s fur coat. Mmmm.