My neighborhood has a wonderful tradition. On Fridays, if we are in town, we walk to our sidewalk restaurant and enjoy a cup of coffee and a morning chat. But there is something missing—statutes of naked men.
When I visited Florence, Italy, I had my morning cappuccino in the piazza with a beautiful view—men with abs of stone and rock hard buns. What a way to start a day. We have amazing artists in our neighborhood. I bet with the right models, they could create some wonderful statutes for our sidewalk café. I’ll volunteer to be on the model selection committee.