Rome in the 1960s was a wonderful place to be growing up. There was such an air of glamour everywhere. I lived in our lovely apartment by the Borghese gardens with my parents, and went to school on the Via Appia Antica at my aunt’s eccentric school. My schoolmates included the Getty family, including Paul, who was in my class. We both starred in the school production of The Gingerbread Man when we were six years old. He played the gingerbread man, I played the farmer’s wife and I remember that I had to chase him round and round the school, shouting out, “Stop! Stop!” Unfortunately, his brown felt costume was not sewn together quite securely enough and pieces of it came adrift as he ran – until he ended up almost incapable of running at all, as he had to hold the whole costume in place with both hands to stop it falling off altogether!
