In November 1993 the author arrived in Venice with two friends in tow. She didn’t know that a chance encounter in a restaurant would change her life. This is a delicious memoir of a love that surprised two middle-aged people – a Venetian banker and an American journalist (and chef). I am smiling thinking about it. I kept reading passages aloud to anyone who would listen. De Blasi is not only in love with Fernando, she is in love with Venice. No, she is in love with life, and she imbues her writing with that love. Read this. And enjoy life!