The moment we walked into Luna Rossa, we were in love. a beautiful Italian boy named Marco let us in to what appeared to be his apartment, reached via one of those teeny old-school elevators where you pull across a metal grate and go. He gave us a room of our very own.. There was even a flat screen tv on the wall with Sky. Who needs a posh hotel anyway?
We have spent our time drinking red wine (at lunch!), and getting happy-tipsy on limoncello, looking at the beautiful people and wandering to the river. I could stay here for a while.