Who’s that girl?

I know – you don’t recognise her because she’s not wearing the blue fleece jacket she arrived with from Melbourne.  Did you know that wearing fleece in Italy is a crime punishable by horrid stares on the street and poor service at restaurants?  Earlier in Europe we were actually a family of criminals as each member of the family had a fleece jacket – but then you can get away with that kind of thing in some places.  Italy is another story though.  Luckily by Rome we had each managed to shed our fleece…except me…who was feeling very a) cold and b) fleecy.  That was until my loving husband took me shopping and I came out with this beautiful jacket.  I asked him to take this photo just after I bought it (I wore it out of the shop) but he got a bit dazzled by the Pantheon behind me and you have to use your imagination a little about the jacket.  Still, you can see it’s not fleece.