There was a small English bookshop next to the hotel we were staying at in Milan. On the evening of our second day, after a round of shopping and walking in the city, I decided to visit the shop. When I entered I found two old men talking in loud voices. There was no one else around, and seeing me the younger of the two stood up: “How can I help you?”
“Nothing specific,” I replied. “Just want to look around.”
“Just browsing? That’s alright, go ahead.” He turned back to his companion.
I scanned some titles on the shelf. It was a small room, and instead of paying attention to the books I found myself listening to the two seated only a few feet away. Their accent was British, and the exchange was about the weather outside. I interjected, and was soon part of their small-talk.
One of them was the bookshop owner, the other – at-least a good twenty years older – was his friend. This friend soon clarified why they were talking loudly.
“You see I’m deaf in one ear,” he said, pointing at his left side, “and,” – pointing now to the right, “I can’t hear through the other!!”
In the laughter that followed, the deaf man’s cackle drowned the rest.
Parmanu 
Could you enlarge the first pic please? Can’t see the titles.
Wouldn’t help much, Kahini – they’re all Italian 😦
loved the virtual travel…u r slowly becoming my lonely planet guide for europe 😉