vague fantasies

"It was late september. I was eighteen. I had experienced a rather unceremonious exit from school. I had no real idea about what i wanted to do, just some vague fantasies involving writing, a palazzo, an adoring Italian, daily love letters and me in a Sophie Loren sort of dress, weaving through a Roman Market holding a basket of ripe scented figs."
— Sophie Dahl, Miss Dahl’s Voluptuous Delights