Thursday, August 19, 2004

But eventually I come to my senses and remember that I am out of step with my surroundings. Thus I retire back to the square, where I sit at one café, eating a prolonged lunch, then switch to another, on the other side, for a café and a gelato. There you have it, a Ravello 24 hours.

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