“I’m not going to live forever, you know! You need to learn,” she would say every year as I artfully evaded her with excuses and delay tactics. Sometimes, she would rope me into “catching” the noodles as they spiraled down from the cutting roller – but not without the same ...
–and we get to watch local art students who come in on Mondays to copy masterpieces as part of their schooling (always scaled larger or smaller than actual – to avoid possible counterfeiting) We lunch at restaurant Mansarda atop the gas building overlooking the St. Isaac’s Cathedral. Then...