Sometimes I really just like to put on a nice dress and go grocery shopping with my little cane bag. Without any make-up. And maybe just a minimal amount of accessories. But yes, I really was going grocery shopping here. Of course, the store I was going to was a couple of miles and a bus ride away from where I was staying. And I was staying on a hill top in a wonderful little bed and breakfast in Italy, Trebiano, to be precise, which is a tiny little village that my landlady called the "cat village". Of course, the quaint little place lived up to it's name and there was a cat in every corner. I have never gotten so excited in my life, ever, spotting cats around!
This was a the quiet part of my vacation, full of blissful solitude. I assumed that I would be sharing the kitchen of my B&B with other tourists and my landlady of course, but to my surprise, I was alone for those days, and my landlady lived a few houses away. So it was quiet, and I at peace. Also the views from my balcony was another major plus. I could have sat there and stared out for hours. And I did that too one the first day!
So one Sunday morning, I woke up a little earlier than usual and decided to go get a few things from the grocery store. I had planned to wear this dress for one of my Cinque Terre excursions, but it got too creased in my bag, so I had a sudden idea and I gave my dress a little shower and hung it overnight in my bathroom to get un-creased. And it worked splendidly! So, if you ever are faced with a piece of clothing that's creased beyond wear, while vacationing, they always say you have to steam it. If you cannot manage to steam it, just dunk it into water and let it dry out naturally (provided that you actually have at least 12 hours to waste as well and the weather is nice enough to make sure it dries during that period of time). After I put on the dress, I realized I had quite some time for the bus (since it's frequency was once an hour) so at the spur of the moment I decided to click some pictures.
What was supposed to be a few pictures, turned into a photoshoot. And while I went on, a few of the Italian villagers passed by and greeted me so nicely with so many "buongiornos" (good day) and the younger men always say "boungiorno bella" (good day beautiful) and I could tell they were curious about what I was up to. Of course all these images were all self-timed, like one of my other travel posts, because no one has trained cats to take pictures yet, not that I'm aware of, and I didn't want to trouble anyone there to do them for me. As for the cats, most of them seemed camera shy suddenly and they weren't interested in posing. Well except for Piccolo, who already shared a some photo-history with me (here and here). Funny thing is, Piccolo's owner came out while I was photographing him with my bag and was just too excited that someone was interested in his cat, and so he disappeared back into his house, to return with a small piece of paper with his email id scrawled on, so that I could send them the pictures. It was just too precious.
P.S: I totally got lost while wandering around and chasing cats for pictures. Thankfully I made it back in time to catch my bus!
Maxi dress: Blanco (bought from Cherryfig in Bandra) | Cane bag: borrowed from my landlady | Sandals: Forever 21 | neckpiece and chain: thrifted