Piazza Della Lepre
From our UK edition
There’s a black door in Piazza Della Lepre with neoclassical figures. The stairs lead up to a knocking shop, at the very top. The best in the city, oh what ceilings! There’s no lift. You must walk up the slate stairs. The stairs are steep. Not everyone can: heart seizure, ennui, brain softening and some who do never put their nose in the piazza again, extinguished – it would seem – by rapture. Number 9, Piazza Della Lepre. Books have been written and songs have been sung. Any man of that age would have taken their pleasure there back in the day. They were young. They didn’t walk up the stairs. They – more or less – ran.