A BIT OF MY LA DOLCE VITA It’s been a hectic week of travel from London to New York to Los Angeles for pleasure, work, and fine dining. In one of the airports, I passed through I found a restaurant for breakfast where, of all things, Federico Fellini’s ‘La Dolce Vita’ (aka The Sweet Life) was playing on multiple screens. So over hash browns and chicken sausage I watched sub-titled scenes from the 1960 Italian classic, a quite unexpected pleasure after a typically mind-numbing experience of getting through a TSA checkpoint.
A BIT OF MY 'LA DOLCE VITA'
A BIT OF MY 'LA DOLCE VITA'
A BIT OF MY 'LA DOLCE VITA'
A BIT OF MY LA DOLCE VITA It’s been a hectic week of travel from London to New York to Los Angeles for pleasure, work, and fine dining. In one of the airports, I passed through I found a restaurant for breakfast where, of all things, Federico Fellini’s ‘La Dolce Vita’ (aka The Sweet Life) was playing on multiple screens. So over hash browns and chicken sausage I watched sub-titled scenes from the 1960 Italian classic, a quite unexpected pleasure after a typically mind-numbing experience of getting through a TSA checkpoint.