When I first saw our new living room floor upon our return to Rome three months ago, I blanched. My face turned the color of the pavement in front of me.
In place of the living room’s original wooden floorboards was a sea of shiny, white marble tiles. What used to be a cozy room now looks like an indoor ice-skating rink. I could already imagine Brian Boitano twirling pirouettes around our couches with his Olympic Gold medal dangling from his neck. It’s a cross between the waiting room of a doctor’s office and a nail salon. A friend took one look at it in a photograph and declared it Cesar’s Palace, as in the one in Las Vegas.