It's the little things...

I finally found out why people keep asking if I'm Italian.

I stopped to get a crèpe with Rm, and spoke to the crèpe guy, who immediately asked if I was Italian. He was very surprised when I said I was American. I told him he was the third person to ask if I was Italian. He said it was because my accent was so good.

Well, and my not-very-swarthy Latin looks, no doubt. He said, "Vous êtes très belle" ('you are very beautiful') as we left.

I do like the men in this country!