Bread, cheese and Cupid

Nando and I had met when I was in graduate school in Bologna, Italy, studying international relations. Actually, classes hadn’t started the day we met. My graduate school roommates and I held a party before the first day of classes on September 1, 1970, and I was sent out to buy the bread and cheese. Fate brought me to a bread shop on Via delle Belle Arti (it's now an appliance store) at the same time as a handsome Italian who had stopped to chat with the proprietor of the shop, herself an attractive woman. I asked the woman for help but her English was as nonexistent as my Italian, so she turned to this young man with wavy black hair, bright blue eyes and an elegant moustache.