"Kind of Blue"

Erika called and said she had a car and it, she thought, was "kind of blue." Naturally, Rob thought she must mean it's Navy Blue, or even manlier, Midnight Blue. No, it was this color, which Rob lacks the vocabulary for:


And it fits in your pocket! But, it's free, and so we're both thrilled to be driving the amazing Fiat Punto! That's Punto. With an 'o.' We took it for a test drive yesterday and managed to nearly kill only one biker. Not too bad. Finally, we'll put in a plug for our new friend, Tom-Tom. We can't imagine trying to get around without one. Nearly every street in the city is one-way, and with all the bikes and trams and intersections without signs or signals, driving is scary enough without trying to follow a map.