A true Italian look?

I like riding tightly packed trains in Italy. When my Italian true love and I have to fend for ourselves. Often finding seats in separate parts of the car. Normally, I’m focused on my beautiful true love. Sitting next to or across from me. But when we are separated, I tend to observe the other passengers more.   Italians, I presume. Unless I overhear another language. Maybe even English. Little dead giveaways. Such as, ‘Woops, excuse me.’ An American expression. I speculate about people. Whether they are farmers or city slickers. Businessmen or laborers. Romantics or non-romantics. I make up histories about the most fascinating-looking people. Might think of them as characters in a novel or short story . Sometimes, I’m fooled. The faces look much like the faces on a train or bus in America. Quite a conglomeration. Maybe there ain’t a true Italian look. Though almost everybody in Italy has an Italian name. Not like in America. –Jim Broede