Dirty, Rotten, Scoundrels

One of my favorite movies is "Dirty, Rotten, Scoundrels."  I found it slap stick funny in the 8th grade, but find it a brilliant work of art in my adulthood.

Naturally, out of all of Italy, I wanted to visit where the fictional "Beaumont Sur Mer" existed, but came to find out it was indeed fictional.  There is no such place as Beaumont Sur Mer."  However, there were real towns and general areas referenced in the movie that do indeed exist, one of which is "Portovino."  And thusly, I decided to visit this town in the hopes of seeing where the infamous Freddy Benson, aka, "Randy Bentwick" walked.

Naturally, the results were very Cappy.  Prosecco is quickly becoming the replacement for Rumpleminze, swimming in the Mediterranean was more pleasant than expected, saw a Ferrari convoy come through town, and more or less felt like a poser in what has the claim to fame as being the "richest" part of all of Italy.  Of course, Freddy Benson was a poser, so I find it merely fitting I was the low brow lower-middle income American middling in their midst.