
A Florentine Notebook

A Close Call
Sunday, 5:30 PM
ell, that was interesting. After a long day of wandering around the city, I stopped at the gelateria near my hotel for some mango and strawberry ice cream. On my way out I was swarmed (there is no better word for it) by three dirty-looking ragazzos, girls of no more than 15 or 16. They waved some papers in my face and it wasn't until I barked a loud "No!" at them they they left me alone. I noticed, however, that one of them looked down at my fanny pack as she was walking away. I did, too, and saw that it was half open! The little street punks were trying to rob me! I checked all my stuff and nothing was amiss, but they had come this close to getting my camera (which is all I carry in the main pocket of my fanny pack). A close call but, since no harm was done, an instructional one. Next time, I won't be so slow on the uptake.
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