commune sant'angelo

i have a secret fantasy. slightly bridal although it's not about a big wedding, or the dress or flowers or the ring. it's not even about the presents, although i do love presents.
it's about the joy and happiness of a moment that is caught for me in the dance on the barge at the ponte sant'angelo, in roman holiday.


i love the happy-go-lucky ambience, the string of lights.
i've found a place that reminds me of this scene
it's a restaurant with an outdoor courtyard just near st patrick's in melbourne. there are stairs leading down from the street above. it used to be an empty courtyard with tables moved in and out. now they've built a sheltered area - sensible in melbourne, i suppose. if you strung up some lights, it could still hit the right note.

i think having this secret locale is enough for me because i really couldn't imagine recreating the festivities, or even living through it. my love isn't interested in this kind of show and fuss, i could probably show pony my way through it. maybe i'll have a birthday party instead.