"Are you Italian?"

I was in the local Saturday market this morning and one of the stand owners asked me this. If I was Italian. I wonder why she thought I might be. She was selling beautiful children books, adaptations from old legends and fairy tales, books designed to encourage literacy ( will probably blog more about them). As I was looking for potential gifts for some children I know (my godson and his older sister, mainly) and I love these kinds of books, I spent a lot of time talking to her. In the middle of the conversation, as I was hesitating about which one to buy, she asked me that question, out of curiosity. I mean, I know people often wonder about my accent, but thinking it may be Italian is... unusual. So that was today's anecdote: I look and sound Italian to some people.