The Bridgewalkers series profiles people who traverse the Williamsburg Bridge.
On Saturday night, around 10pm, I came upon Davide, Kameron, and a sweet little Pharaoh Hound named Freccia at the peak of the bridge’s arc, taking a moment to soak in the Manhattan view. The couple – he originally from Trieste, Italy, and she from San Diego – had just wrapped up a night of wine and appetizers in Manhattan. They were on their way, with two bags of Whole Foods groceries, to assemble the rest of their late night meal at Davide’s apartment on Berry St, strolling by the bridge lamps’ hazy light on the warm Spring eve. Leave it to the Europeans to use our neighborhood bridge to its full romantic capacity.
Davide did most of the talking during our brief rendezvous, his answers delivered in a quick, Italian accent, and drenched in playful sarcasm. When I asked him what was on the menu for dinner, he asked me if I would care to hear the entire wine selection. When I asked his last name, he asked if I wanted his social security number.
One thing he offered up without reserve was his unabashed affection for his companion, who he met at a party three months earlier. “I love this woman!” he professed over and over, in a way only men with dead sexy accents can get away with.
Kameron, who lives in Chelsea, was quieter but no less obviously smitten, holding the leash to Davide’s sleek, tan, dog in her hand. Freccia, whose name was inspired by the 1971 animated film, “The Point,” (“freccia” means “arrow,” in Italian), showed off for us, dancing on his hind legs, as Davide, explained, “Ever since I saw that film, I wanted a pointy dog.”
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