We’re staying at the flashest hotel in Frascati

although a colleague is berthed at the House of Ice Creams next door, which sounds fattening. For dinner last night, we stayed at the hotel and enjoyed copious jugs of Frascati, a fruity blend of Malvasia and Trebbiano. A bit like Chenin, only lighter. My suggestion of having wild boar on the pavement was vetoed after the ripe whiffs of game permeated.

The jug red being undrinkable, we settled for bottles of Shiraz from Lazio.

So when in Rome, it was a case of do what the Aussies, not Romans, do.