I always look out for locals in Taormina, whether they are the shop-keepers, delivery guys, chefs and waiters taking five minutes to smoke a cigarette and occasionally sitting down for a coffee.
My husband thinks I snapped two foreigners here at the suggestive Bar Etna, but they were speaking Italian and were distinctly un-rushed and comfortable with their surroundings.
At least they were Italian.
What do you think, did I get lucky or are these wealthy American’s, Germans or any other array of foreigners visiting …
