The thing about Italy is that everything looks delicious and beautiful here. People look like models, and even bicycles seem stylish. You’re drawn down narrow streets and into piazzas because you hear music being played. Long lines and reservations are required to see some of the beauty. But me, I prefer to just wander and take it all in. I even talked my way into the Societa Canottieri, a rowing club on the Arno River that was founded in 1886. And I watched a boy named Neri taking his first lesson.