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... dish best served cold" he called out in a raspy voice. Various people came up and kissed his cheeks, including a rather rotund gentleman, probably a competing mobster boss "Don Beachball". I over heard the conversation "My father made him an offer he couldn't refuse." We
ate our green salad and quickly left.
On the way back to the apartment we stopped for a Gelato. The next day we would be getting up early and heading to Florence.
... the town of Pompeii.
We arrived beyond the last time for admission, but we were walking around and noticed that no one was manning the entrance. Ben and Marie went through while Paul and I went to the restroom. While Ben and Marie were touring around, when Paul and I were headed into the ruins, a lady stopped Paul and we were thrown out! So, Paul and I waited outside and watched as Ben and Marie toured around. We kept telling them to keep going, but they ...
... some rough calculations using our map, we realized that to get to the base of the volcano on foot would take a very long time!! So we bartered with a taxi driver, and agreed on a set fee to take us halfway up to the base point, in hopes of walking from there. He dropped us off, and go figure, he screwed us over. He probably only drove us about five minutes away from where we started, and left us a very long way away from where we needed to be!! I kid you not, we ...
... Le Sueur and the Life of Marie de Médicis by Peter Paul Rubens were placed on display. The museum, which included the sculptures in the garden, became the finest museum of classic French art that had existed (Verlet, 1985). First Empire to July Monarchy (1800–1850) With the advent of Napoléon and the First Empire, the status of Versailles changed. Paintings and art work that had previously been assigned to Muséum national and the Musée spécial de ...
... people waiting for their name to be called to enjoy Di Mateo. There were now also musicians and children and beggars and a float-like shrine to the Holy Mother. Yes, we took lots of pictures.
Finally they called for Giusy. (That's what I go by in Italy because phonetically it helps the Italiani.) Di Mateo was awesome. Better than I remember. And I remembered it being the best pizza of my life.
We walked around Napoli a bit trying ...