The masquerade is total

We have been mistaken as English 3 or 4 times today. The fashionable clothes, polite use of our very limited Italian (since we keep forgetting the phrase book when we go out), and the fact we talk in low voices to each other - or keep our mouthes shut entirely - has cast a spell upon all we meet.

It's a huge compliment, I am sure, to be mistaken as British and not known to be American.

Much better than trying to pass as Canadian, eh?