Why Browsing Without Buying in Italian Boutiques Is a Serious Mistake
Imagine stepping into a tiny Florentine boutique, saying nothing, and thumbing a stack of perfectly folded sweaters the owner ironed and stacked at dawn. The bell on the door still jingles. The room is the size of a studio apartment. A woman behind the counter looks up, says buongiorno, then watches your fingers crease cashmere …











