The Real Sartorialist

She’s ugly now, she says, and old. How I would be surprised, she says, if I had only seen her before, a  famous sarta (dressmaker) for the most well-dressed ladies of Europe. She owned her own shop on this very street, and oh, she was so elegant then.

She blots together her pink lips excitedly and tells me of her famous Parisian teacher and the life of glamor she lived. Now she’s tired, though, and she points to her glasses saying she doesn’t see so well anymore.

Behind thick lenses her eyes sparkle, and I wish I HAD seen her then, but I’m awfully glad I know her now.

Florence, Italy

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