– [ ] I’m working on my screenplay in Florence — I’m getting hungry but not ready to leave the room. So I ask the woman that accompanied me, if she’d mind going down to the lobby and see if there was anything to snack on. She goes down to the only open area — the bar. The bartender gives her a tray, a bowl of bread and a bowl of pretzels. She steps into the elevator with two British women. They ride up five floors before one asks: “What do you have in your room with you a chimpanzee?”
