Escorting Rebecca inside, I gave her the short tour before she made a call. Half an hour later, her bag arrived with different clothing from the suit she was wearing. I changed into some civilian clothing myself, delighted when she appeared from the bathroom wearing a simple dress and flat shoes, no surprise hearing her complain about being constantly in heels. Having lost a couple of inches, she was far shorter than I was.

Wanting to avoid known tourist hotspots, we eventually found a quaint little Italian restaurant, sharing a starter, a large pizza, and a couple of drinks, before we enjoyed a traditional gelato. It felt like the first...