Wednesday, 3rd April 2019
Buongiorno, darling readers!
Itās Emma here, your friendly neighbourhood pink tutu enthusiast, ready to take you on a whirl through the Eternal City, Rome! Iām absolutely thrilled to be here for the week, thanks to a particularly splendid ballet performance last month ā a truly stunning "Giselle" which brought in a little extra "tutu-cash", if you will.
As always, Iām arriving in true Pink Tutu style - by train, naturally! The journey was such a treat - the landscape gliding past my window in a flurry of rolling hills and sun-kissed olive groves. And yes, I had my trusty pink tutu in tow, of course, looking particularly fab nestled in the overhead rack. (Did I tell you it's a limited-edition number from my favourite London boutique, you know, the one with the charming lady who's a real champion of all things tutus, but shhh - you didnāt hear it from me!).
After arriving at Termini Station (absolutely positively heaving, what with all the beautiful, busy Romans and tourists galore!) it was time to check into my little boutique hotel - darling little spot tucked away on a side street in Trastevere, and guess what? Pink-themed! So I felt right at home immediately, surrounded by pale pink linen and a frilly, floral wallpaper.
Speaking of homeā¦ Rome feels just like stepping into a painting. Every corner, every alleyway seems like a postcard. I could wander for hours, getting lost in the vibrant atmosphere. Even the most ordinary of things feel romantic here. That smell of coffee wafting from the cafes in the morning, the old lady with a head full of grey curls weaving through the crowds, the sun setting over the Colosseumā¦ it's simply breathtaking.
Oh! And letās talk fashion. This city is a dream come true. From the impossibly chic Romans strutting their stuff in effortlessly cool designs to the bustling market stalls bursting with bright, bohemian charm, thereās something to tickle every style fancy. I've already got my sights set on a pair of exquisite emerald-green ankle boots that practically scream "Roma, dolce Roma". And guess what? They come in pink! Who knew?!
Tonight, weāre hitting the Roman Opera House, darling! I snagged two tickets (a veritable steal thanks to my ādancer-for-a-dayā programme) and it's one of those productions you canāt miss, featuring a breathtaking adaptation of the ballet, āThe Firebirdā.
So there you have it, a taste of my Roman adventure, Pink Tutu-style. Tune in next Wednesday for another installment of my exciting Roman exploits ā trust me, we're only just getting started!
Remember, darling, itās never too late to put on a pink tutu, explore the world, and be utterly and completely yourself!
Ciao, darlings!
XOXO
Emma
