There’s the beach, there’s the boardwalk; there’s the centro, there’s the plaza. And then there’s the antique city. It’s the high city, up in the mountains, above the discotheques and pizzerias. Houses and towers and churches and temples thousands of years old. That’s Italy for you – casual antiquity.
And the churches are lovely. And the piazza is giant, the lights glowing yellow against the marble. And Roman pillars stick up out of ruins, corded off by city officials. But me? Don’t play coy – you should know what I want by now. I want the side streets.
Add a Fiat 500 and I’m like a pig in dirt.
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