[When they come out the other end they're crossing into Little Italy, made evident by the sudden swirl of Italian in the air and the smell of the food.
Sometimes Firo marvels at how each little enclave in the city can feel like a different country. Even his childhood home of Hell's Kitchen was that way; though a mix of Italians and Irish, each group had their own few streets.
He glances back at Ivan, looking to make casual conversation but also to learn more about the guy.]
Leading poor, sweet farm boys astray--! /headshake
Sometimes Firo marvels at how each little enclave in the city can feel like a different country. Even his childhood home of Hell's Kitchen was that way; though a mix of Italians and Irish, each group had their own few streets.
He glances back at Ivan, looking to make casual conversation but also to learn more about the guy.]
You come this way at all?