Dream surf van / wagon / truck - number 8

 

My mate and I were wandering the streets of Rome around lunch time - sweating like Anglo tourists do - trying to find a swimming pool. We'd read that this pool had a view of the Coliseum and was a locals only type of affair. We wanted in and our imaginations ran wild with images of Romans sunning themselves. And we finally found it... closed. Gutted. 

The upside was on the way we walked past this beauty. There was some serious La Dolce Vita stuff going on inside. Cocktails. Ice buckets. Little fans blowing. And a seriously hot babe listening to this.