The first art store my host family directed me to was just around the corner from the apartment. However interesting the experience was (talking prices with someone who seemed to make up prices on the spur of the moment), the selection was limited and the clerk looked greatly annoyed (either because I only spoke English or that I was purchasing so many items that she had to make up a price for!).
This morning I was directed to yet another art store. This one did not disappoint. A tiny little shop on the corner of an Italian street. It's packed full of marvelous things at almost marvelous prices- more fun than "Michaels"! I was in an Italian art store, buying Italian made paint, IN ITALY! Does life get better? I thoroughly enjoyed the supply hunt, and wound up purchasing, among other things, some watercolors (something new for me!). The transaction was a great lesson in communication, the clerk not speaking a word of English and myself only able to confirm with "Bellissimo!" My only regret is that I forgot to take a picture for my blog post, AND in my forgetfulness about my new city-life, I found out that everything I purchased I would also have to carry back home with me (good exercise!) - anyhow, got the supplies, now to work!