When I was in Rome, this time last year, I wanted to acquire a grey Borsalino.
That morning I’d got up early for a walk and climbed the Spanish Steps to gaze back at the stunning laser fanfare of sunrise over the cupolas of the Eternal City.
Then, early breakfast in the Palm Court at the Hassler has been a long-standing tradition for me on my Roman holidays so I chose my strategic table, laid out my International Tribune and sipped my tea.
An hour later, fully restored, I stepped out and headed towards Piazza del Populo now on my important mission for the morning. I was going to get my hat.
I found my way to the elegant boutique. After introductions I carefully examined the shelves of exquisite chapeaux and tried on 4 or 5 of the famous felt fedoras.
O me miserum! The one I really wanted was not my size and the one that fit me was not the one I desired.
Disappointed. I missed out on that trip but I’ll be back in June and this time I’m determined not to leave Rome without my grey felt Borsalino.